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Sad looked the Asphodel, and from her breast
leant, “ That simple joys give simple hearts content." " And I," chimed in the blue Forget-me-not, “ The pledge would be 'twixt parted friend and
friend.” The Poppy woke and shook her drowsy head : “ I'd bear to pain the seeds of sleep,” she said. With lips dew kissed, now spake the Lily maid Sweet words that fell like snowflakes on the air :
My wish would be to spring 'neath cloister shade,
THE GRAY SWAN.
“Oh, tell me, sailor, tell me true, Is my little lad, my Elihu,
A-sailing with your ship ?”
He said with trembling lip,-
66 What little lad! As if there could be Another such a one as he !
What little lad, do you say ?
It was just the other day
- The other day?” The sailor's eyes Stood open with a great surprise,
“ The other day? the Swan ?”
The jacket he had on.”
“But, my good mother, do you know All this was twenty years ago ?
I stood on the Gray Swan's deck,
And to that lad I saw you throw,
The kerchief from your neck.”
“ And did the little lawless lad, That has made you sick and made you sad,
Sail with the Gray Swan's crew ?” “ Lawless! The man is going mad ! The best boy ever mother had,
Be sure he sailed with the crew !
“ And he has never written line,
he was alive?" “ Hold ! if 'twas wrong, the wrong is mine; Besides, he may be in the brine,
And could he write from the grave ?
“Gone twenty years—a long, long cruise; 'Twas wicked thus your love to abuse;
But if the lad still live,
You're mad as the sea, -you rave, –
The sailor twitched his shirt so blue,
The kerchief. She was wild.
My blessed boy, my child!
A VISIT FROM ST. NICHOLAS.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when alı through
the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced through their
And mamma in her kerchief and I in my cap
bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
The moon, on the breast of the new-failen snow, Gave a lustre of midday to objects below;
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled and shouted and called them by
Now, Dasher! now, Dancer ! Prancer and
Vixen ! On, Comet ! on, Cupid ! on, Donder and Blitzen' To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall, Now, dash away, dash away, dash away all !”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
As I drew in my head and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound;