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diff --git a/31967.txt b/31967.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..695557c --- /dev/null +++ b/31967.txt @@ -0,0 +1,2740 @@ +The Project Gutenberg EBook of Graded Poetry: Third Year, by Various + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Graded Poetry: Third Year + +Author: Various + +Editor: Katherine D. Blake + Georgia Alexander + +Release Date: April 12, 2010 [EBook #31967] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK GRADED POETRY: THIRD YEAR *** + + + + +Produced by Emmy, Juliet Sutherland and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + + +GRADED POETRY + +THIRD YEAR + +EDITED BY + +KATHERINE D. BLAKE + +PRINCIPAL GIRLS' DEPARTMENT PUBLIC SCHOOL NO. 6, NEW YORK CITY + +AND + +GEORGIA ALEXANDER + +SUPERVISING PRINCIPAL, INDIANAPOLIS, INDIANA + +[Illustration] + + NEW YORK + MAYNARD, MERRILL, & CO. + 1906 + + + + + COPYRIGHT, 1905, + BY + MAYNARD, MERRILL, & CO. + + + + +INTRODUCTION + + +POETRY is the chosen language of childhood and youth. The baby repeats +words again and again for the mere joy of their sound: the melody of +nursery rhymes gives a delight which is quite independent of the meaning +of the words. Not until youth approaches maturity is there an equal +pleasure in the rounded periods of elegant prose. It is in childhood +therefore that the young mind should be stored with poems whose rhythm +will be a present delight and whose beautiful thoughts will not lose +their charm in later years. + +The selections for the lowest grades are addressed primarily to the +feeling for verbal beauty, the recognition of which in the mind of the +child is fundamental to the plan of this work. The editors have felt +that the inclusion of critical notes in these little books intended for +elementary school children would be not only superfluous, but, in the +degree in which critical comment drew the child's attention from the +text, subversive of the desired result. Nor are there any notes on +methods. The best way to teach children to love a poem is to read it +inspiringly to them. The French say: "The ear is the pathway to the +heart." A poem should be so read that it will sing itself in the hearts +of the listening children. + +In the brief biographies appended to the later books the human element +has been brought out. An effort has been made to call attention to the +education of the poet and his equipment for his life work rather than to +the literary qualities of his style. + + + + +CONTENTS + +FIRST HALF YEAR + + PAGE + The Owl and the Pussy-cat. _Edward Lear_ 7 + Wishing _William Allingham_ 9 + The Piper _William Blake_ 10 + A Year's Windfalls _Christina G. Rossetti_ 11 + The Voice of Spring _Mary Howitt_ 16 + The Spring Walk _Thomas Miller_ 18 + "Over Hill, Over Dale" _William Shakespeare_ 21 + The Throstle _Alfred Tennyson_ 22 + The Violet _Jane Taylor_ 23 + Bobolink _Clinton Scollard_ 24 + The Four Winds _Frank Dempster Sherman_ 26 + The Violet _Lucy Larcom_ 27 + Pebbles _Frank Dempster Sherman_ 28 + The Tree _Bjoernstjerne Bjoernson_ 29 + September _Frank Dempster Sherman_ 30 + The Swallow _Christina G. Rossetti_ 32 + Thanksgiving Day _Lydia Maria Child_ 32 + Hiawatha's Childhood _Henry Wadsworth Longfellow_ 34 + Hiawatha's Sailing _Henry Wadsworth Longfellow_ 39 + Child's Evening Prayer _Sabine Baring-Gould_ 44 + + +SECOND HALF YEAR + + Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean 45 + Corinna going a-Maying _Robert Herrick_ 47 + Sweet Peas _John Keats_ 49 + The Bluebird _Emily Huntington Miller_ 50 + Where go the Boats? _Robert Louis Stevenson_ 51 + The Magpie's Nest _Charles Lamb, Mary Lamb_ 52 + The Sandman _Margaret Vandegrift_ 56 + The Fairies of the Caldon-Low _Mary Howitt_ 58 + Night-scented Flowers _Felicia Dorothea Hemans_ 63 + Indian Summer _John Greenleaf Whittier_ 64 + November _Alice Cary_ 65 + The Frost Spirit _John Greenleaf Whittier_ 67 + The Owl _Alfred Tennyson_ 69 + The Wind and the Moon _George Macdonald_ 70 + The Tempest _James T. Fields_ 74 + A Visit from St. Nicholas _Clement C. Moore_ 76 + Lucy Gray _William Wordsworth_ 81 + The Wonderful World _William Brighty Rands_ 84 + To a Child. Written in her Album _William Wordsworth_ 85 + Consider _Christina G. Rossetti_ 86 + Lullaby of an Infant Chief _Sir Walter Scott_ 87 + Dutch Lullaby _Eugene Field_ 88 + The Night Wind _Eugene Field_ 91 + Marjorie's Almanac _Thomas Bailey Aldrich_ 93 + A Child's Prayer _Betham Edwards_ 96 + + * * * * * + +The poems by Longfellow, Whittier, Alice Cary, J. T. Fields, and Frank +Dempster Sherman are published by special arrangement with the +publishers, Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin, & Company. + + + + +THIRD YEAR--FIRST HALF + + + + +EDWARD LEAR + +ENGLAND, 1812-1888 + + +The Owl and the Pussy-Cat + + The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea + In a beautiful pea-green boat. + They took some honey, and plenty of money + Wrapped up in a five-pound note. + The Owl looked up to the moon above, 5 + And sang to a small guitar, + "O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love! + What a beautiful Pussy you are,-- + You are; + What a beautiful Pussy you are!" 10 + + Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl! + How wonderful sweet you sing! + Oh let us be married,--too long we have tarried,-- + But what shall we do for a ring?" + They sailed away for a year and a day + To the land where the Bong-tree grows, + And there in a wood, a piggy-wig stood 5 + With a ring in the end of his nose,-- + His nose; + With a ring in the end of his nose. + + "Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling + Your ring?" Said the piggy, "I will." 10 + So they took it away, and were married next day + By the turkey who lives on the hill. + They dined upon mince and slices of quince, + Which they ate with a runcible spoon, + And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, 15 + They danced by the light of the moon,-- + The moon; + They danced by the light of the moon. + + + + +WILLIAM ALLINGHAM + +IRELAND, 1828-1889 + + +Wishing + + Ring ting! I wish I were a Primrose, + A bright yellow Primrose, blowing in the spring! + The stooping bough above me, + The wandering bee to love me, + The fern and moss to creep across, 5 + And the Elm-tree for our king! + + Nay,--stay! I wish I were an Elm-tree, + A great lofty Elm-tree, with green leaves gay! + The winds would set them dancing, + The sun and moonshine glance in, 10 + And birds would house among the boughs, + And sweetly sing. + + Oh--no! I wish I were a Robin,-- + A Robin, or a little Wren, everywhere to go, + Through forest, field, or garden, 15 + And ask no leave or pardon, + Till winter comes with icy thumbs + To ruffle up our wing! + + Well,--tell! where should I fly to, + Where go sleep in the dark wood or dell? + Before the day was over, 5 + Home must come the rover, + For mother's kiss,--sweeter this + Than any other thing. + + + + +WILLIAM BLAKE + +ENGLAND, 1757-1827 + + +The Piper + + Piping down the valleys wild, + Piping songs of pleasant glee, 10 + On a cloud I saw a child, + And he, laughing, said to me: + + "Pipe a song about a lamb." + So I piped with merry cheer, + "Piper, pipe that song again." 15 + So I piped; he wept to hear. + + "Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe, + Sing thy songs of happy cheer." + So I sung the same again, + While he wept with joy to hear. + + "Piper, sit thee down and write 5 + In a book that all may read." + So he vanish'd from my sight; + And I pluck'd a hollow reed, + + And I made a rural pen, + And I stain'd the water clear, 10 + And I wrote my happy songs + Every child may joy to hear. + + + + +CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI + +ENGLAND, 1830-1894 + + +A Year's Windfalls + + On the wind of January + Down flits the snow, + Traveling from the frozen North 15 + As cold as it can blow. + Poor robin redbreast, + Look where he comes; + Let him in to feel your fire, + And toss him of your crumbs. + + On the wind in February 5 + Snowflakes float still, + Half inclined to turn to rain, + Nipping, dripping, chill. + Then the thaws swell the streams, + And swollen rivers swell the sea:-- 10 + If the winter ever ends + How pleasant it will be. + + In the wind of windy March + The catkins drop down, + Curly, caterpillar-like, 15 + Curious green and brown. + With concourse of nest-building birds + And leaf-buds by the way, + We begin to think of flower + And life and nuts some day. 20 + + With the gusts of April + Rich fruit-tree blossoms fall, + On the hedged-in orchard-green, + From the southern wall. + Apple trees and pear trees + Shed petals white or pink, + Plum trees and peach trees; 5 + While sharp showers sink and sink. + + Little brings the May breeze + Beside pure scent of flowers, + While all things wax and nothing wanes + In lengthening daylight hours. 10 + Across the hyacinth beds + The wind lags warm and sweet, + Across the hawthorn tops, + Across the blades of wheat. + + In the wind of sunny June 15 + Thrives the red rose crop, + Every day fresh blossoms blow + While the first leaves drop; + White rose and yellow rose + And moss rose choice to find, 20 + And the cottage cabbage rose + Not one whit behind. + + On the blast of scorched July + Drives the pelting hail, + From thunderous lightning-clouds, that blot + Blue heaven grown lurid-pale. + Weedy waves are tossed ashore, 5 + Sea-things strange to sight + Gasp upon the barren shore + And fade away in light. + + In the parching August wind + Cornfields bow the head, 10 + Sheltered in round valley depths, + On low hills outspread. + Early leaves drop loitering down + Weightless on the breeze, + First fruits of the year's decay 15 + From the withering trees. + + In brisk wind of September + The heavy-headed fruits + Shake upon their bending boughs + And drop from the shoots; 20 + Some glow golden in the sun, + Some show green and streaked, + Some set forth a purple bloom, + Some blush rosy-cheeked. + + In strong blast of October 5 + At the equinox, + Stirred up in his hollow bed + Broad ocean rocks; + Plunge the ships on his bosom, + Leaps and plunges the foam, 10 + It's oh! for mothers' sons at sea, + That they were safe at home. + + In slack wind of November + The fog forms and shifts; + All the world comes out again 15 + When the fog lifts. + Loosened from their sapless twigs + Leaves drop with every gust; + Drifting, rustling, out of sight + In the damp or dust. 20 + + Last of all, December, + The year's sands nearly run, + Speeds on the shortest day + Curtails the sun; + With its bleak raw wind + Lays the last leaves low, + Brings back the nightly frosts, 5 + Brings back the snow. + + + + +MARY HOWITT + +ENGLAND, 1804-1888 + + +The Voice of Spring + + I am coming, I am coming! + Hark! the little bee is humming; + See, the lark is soaring high + In the blue and sunny sky; 10 + And the gnats are on the wing, + Wheeling round in airy ring. + + See, the yellow catkins cover + All the slender willows over! + And on the banks of mossy green 15 + Starlike primroses are seen; + And, their clustering leaves below, + White and purple violets blow. + + Hark! the new-born lambs are bleating, + And the cawing rooks are meeting + In the elms,--a noisy crowd; 5 + All the birds are singing loud; + And the first white butterfly + In the sunshine dances by. + + Look around thee, look around! + Flowers in all the fields abound; 10 + Every running stream is bright; + All the orchard trees are white; + And each small and waving shoot + Promises sweet flowers and fruit. + + Turn thine eyes to earth and heaven: 15 + God for thee the spring has given, + Taught the birds their melodies, + Clothed the earth, and cleared the skies, + For thy pleasure or thy food: + Pour thy soul in gratitude. + + + + +THOMAS MILLER + +ENGLAND, 1807-1874 + + +The Spring Walk + + We had a pleasant walk to-day + Over the meadows and far away, + Across the bridge by the water-mill, + By the woodside and up the hill; + And if you listen to what I say, 5 + I'll tell you what we saw to-day. + + Amid a hedge, where the first leaves + Were peeping from their sheathes so sly, + We saw four eggs within a nest, + And they were blue as a summer sky. 10 + + An elder branch dipped in the brook; + We wondered why it moved, and found + A silken-haired smooth water-rat + Nibbling, and swimming round and round. + + Where daisies open'd to the sun, 15 + In a broad meadow, green and white, + The lambs were racing eagerly-- + We never saw a prettier sight. + + We saw upon the shady banks + Long rows of golden flowers shine, + And first mistook for buttercups 5 + The star-shaped yellow celandine. + + Anemones and primroses, + And the blue violets of spring, + We found, while listening by a hedge + To hear a merry plowman sing. 10 + + And from the earth the plow turned up + There came a sweet, refreshing smell, + Such as the lily of the vale + Sends forth from many a woodland dell. + + And leaning from the old stone bridge, 15 + Below, we saw our shadows lie; + And through the gloomy arches watched + The swift and fearless swallows fly. + + We heard the speckle-breasted lark + As it sang somewhere out of sight, 20 + And tried to find it, but the sky + Was filled with clouds of dazzling light. + + We saw young rabbits near the woods + And heard the pheasant's wings go "whir"; + And then we saw a squirrel leap 5 + From an old oak tree to a fir. + + We came back by the village fields, + A pleasant walk it was across 'em, + For all behind the houses lay + The orchards red and white with blossom. 10 + + Were I to tell you all we saw, + I'm sure that it would take me hours; + For the whole landscape was alive + With bees, and birds, and buds, and flowers. + + + + +WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE + +ENGLAND, 1564-1616 + + +"Over Hill, Over Dale" + + Over hill, over dale, + Thorough bush, thorough brier, + Over park, over pale, + Thorough flood, thorough fire. + I do wander everywhere, 5 + Swifter than the moone's sphere. + And I serve the Fairy Queen, + To dew her orbs upon the green; + The cowslips tall her pensioners be, + In their gold coats spots you see,-- 10 + Those be rubies, Fairy favors: + In those freckles live their savors. + I must go seek some dew-drops here, + And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. + + + + +ALFRED TENNYSON + +ENGLAND, 1809-1892 + + +The Throstle + + "Summer is coming, summer is coming, + I know it, I know it, I know it. + Light again, leaf again, love again." + Yes, my wild little Poet. + + Sing the new year in under the blue. 5 + Last year you sang it as gladly. + "New, new, new, new!" Is it then _so_ new + That you should carol so madly? + + "Love again, song again, nest again, young again." + Never a prophet so crazy! 10 + And hardly a daisy as yet, little friend, + See, there is hardly a daisy. + + "Here again, here, here, here, happy year!" + O warble, unchidden, unbidden! + Summer is coming, is coming, my dear, 15 + And all the winters are hidden. + + + + +JANE TAYLOR + +ENGLAND, 1783-1824 + + +The Violet + + Down in a green and shady bed + A modest violet grew, + Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, + As if to hide from view. + + And yet it was a lovely flower, 5 + Its colors bright and fair! + It might have graced a rosy bower + Instead of hiding there. + + Yet there it was content to bloom + In modest tints arrayed; 10 + And there diffused its sweet perfume + Within the silent shade. + + Then let me to the valley go, + This pretty flower to see, + That I may also learn to grow 15 + In sweet humility. + + + + +CLINTON SCOLLARD[1] + +AMERICA, 1860- + + +Bobolink + + Bobolink-- + He is here! + _Spink-a-chink!_ + Hark, how clear + Drops the note 5 + From his throat, + Where he sways + On the sprays + Of the wheat + In the heat! 10 + Bobolink, + _Spink-a-chink!_ + + Bobolink + Is a beau. + See him prink! 15 + Watch him go + Through the air + To his fair! + Hear him sing + On the wing,-- + Sing his best + O'er her nest! 5 + "Bobolink, + _Spink-a-chink!_" + + Bobolink, + Linger long! + There's a kink 10 + In your song + Like the joy + Of a boy + Left to run + In the sun,-- 15 + Left to play + All the day. + Bobolink, + _Spink-a-chink!_ + + +FOOTNOTE: + +[1] From "A Boy's Book of Rhyme." + + + + +FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN + +AMERICA, 1860- + + +The Four Winds + + In winter, when the wind I hear, + I know the clouds will disappear; + For 'tis the wind who sweeps the sky + And piles the snow in ridges high. + + In spring, when stirs the wind, I know 5 + That soon the crocus buds will show; + For 'tis the wind who bids them wake + And into pretty blossoms break. + + In summer, when it softly blows, + Soon red I know will be the rose; 10 + For 'tis the wind to her who speaks, + And brings the blushes to her cheeks. + + In autumn, when the wind is up, + I know the acorn's out its cup; + For 'tis the wind who takes it out, + And plants an oak somewhere about. + + + + +LUCY LARCOM + +AMERICA, 1826-1893 + + +The Violet + + Dear little violet, 5 + Don't be afraid! + Lift your blue eyes + From the rock's mossy shade. + + All the birds call for you, + Out of the sky; 10 + May is here waiting, + And here, too, am I. + + Why do you shiver so, + Violet, sweet? + Soft is the meadow grass, 15 + Under my feet. + + Wrapped in your hood of green, + Violet, why + Peep from your earth door, + So silent and shy? + + + + +FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN + +AMERICA, 1860- + + +Pebbles + + Out of a pellucid brook 5 + Pebbles round and smooth I took: + Like a jewel every one + Caught a color from the sun,-- + Ruby red and sapphire blue, + Emerald and onyx too, 10 + Diamond and amethyst,-- + Not a precious stone I missed: + Gems I held from every land + In the hollow of my hand. + Workman Water these had made 15 + Patiently through sun and shade, + With the ripples of the rill + He had polished them until, + Smooth, symmetrical, and bright, + Each one sparkling in the light + Showered within its burning heart + All the lapidary's art; + And the brook seemed thus to sing: 5 + Patience conquers everything! + + + + +BJOeRNSTJERNE BJOeRNSON + +NORWAY, 1832- + + +The Tree + + The Tree's early leaf buds were bursting their brown; + "Shall I take them away?" said the Frost, sweeping down. + "No, leave them alone + Till the blossoms have grown," 10 + Prayed the Tree, while he trembled from rootlet to crown. + + The Tree bore his blossoms, and all the birds sung; + "Shall I take them away?" said the Wind, as he swung. + "No, leave them alone + Till the berries have grown," + Said the Tree, while his leaflets quivering hung. + + The Tree bore his fruit in the midsummer glow; 5 + Said the girl: "May I gather thy berries now?" + "Yes, all thou canst see: + Take them; all are for thee," + Said the Tree, while he bent down his laden boughs low. + + + + +FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN + +AMERICA, 1860- + + +September + + Here's a lyric for September, 10 + Best of all months to remember; + Month when summer breezes tell + What has happened, wood and dell, + Of the joy the year has brought, + And the changes she has wrought. + She has turned the verdure red; 5 + In the blue sky overhead, + She the harvest moon has hung, + Like a silver boat among + Shoals of stars--bright jewels set + In the earth's blue coronet; 10 + She has brought the orchard's fruit + To repay the robin's flute + Which has gladdened half the year + With a music liquid, clear; + And she makes the meadow grass 15 + Catch the sunbeams as they pass, + Till the autumn's floor is rolled + With a fragrant cloth of gold. + + + + +CHRISTINA ROSSETTI + +ENGLAND, 1830-1894 + + +The Swallow + + Fly away, fly away, over the sea, + Sun-loving swallow, for summer is done. + Come again, come again, come back to me, + Bringing the summer, and bringing the sun. + + When you come hurrying home o'er the sea, 5 + Then we are certain that winter is past; + Cloudy and cold though your pathway may be, + Summer and sunshine will follow you fast. + + + + +LYDIA MARIA CHILD + +AMERICA, 1802-1880 + + +Thanksgiving Day + + Over the river and through the wood, + To grandfather's house we go; 10 + The horse knows the way + To carry the sleigh + Through the white and drifted snow. + + Over the river and through the wood-- + Oh, how the wind does blow! 5 + It stings the toes + And bites the nose, + As over the ground we go. + + Over the river and through the wood, + To have a first-rate play; 10 + Hear the bells ring, + "Ting-a-ling-ding!" + Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day! + + Over the river and through the wood, + Trot fast, my dapple-gray! 15 + Spring over the ground, + Like a hunting hound! + For this is Thanksgiving Day. + + Over the river and through the wood, + And straight through the barn-yard gate. 20 + We seem to go + Extremely slow-- + It is so hard to wait! + + Over the river and through the wood-- + Now grandmother's cap I spy! 5 + Hurrah for the fun! + Is the pudding done? + Hurrah for the pumpkin pie! + + + + +HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW + +AMERICA, 1807-1882 + + +Hiawatha's Childhood + + By the shores of Gitche Gumee, + By the shining Big-Sea-Water, 10 + Stood the wigwam of Nokomis, + Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. + Dark behind it rose the forest, + Rose the black and gloomy pine-trees, + Rose the firs with cones upon them; 15 + Bright before it beat the water, + Beat the clear and sunny water, + Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water. + There the wrinkled old Nokomis + Nursed the little Hiawatha, + Rocked him in his linden cradle, + Bedded soft in moss and rushes, 5 + Safely bound with reindeer sinews; + Stilled his fretful wail by saying, + "Hush! the Naked Bear will hear thee!" + Lulled him into slumber, singing, + "Ewa-yea! my little owlet! 10 + Who is this, that lights the wigwam? + With his great eyes lights the wigwam? + Ewa-yea! my little owlet!" + Many things Nokomis taught him + Of the stars that shine in heaven; 15 + Showed him Ishkoodah, the comet, + Ishkoodah, with fiery tresses; + Showed the Death-Dance of the spirits, + Warriors with their plumes and war-clubs, + Flaring far away to northward 20 + In the frosty nights of Winter; + Showed the broad white road in heaven, + Pathway of the ghosts, the shadows, + Running straight across the heavens, + Crowded with the ghosts, the shadows. + At the door on summer evenings, + Sat the little Hiawatha; + Heard the whispering of the pine-trees, 5 + Heard the lapping of the water, + Sounds of music, words of wonder; + "Minne-wawa!" said the pine-trees, + "Mudway-aushka!" said the water. + Saw the fire-fly, Wah-wah-taysee, 10 + Flitting through the dusk of evening, + With the twinkle of its candle + Lighting up the brakes and bushes. + And he sang the song of children, + Sang the song Nokomis taught him: 15 + "Wah-wah-taysee, little fire-fly, + Little, flitting, white-fire insect, + Little, dancing, white-fire creature, + Light me with your little candle, + Ere upon my bed I lay me, 20 + Ere in sleep I close my eyelids!" + Saw the moon rise from the water, + Rippling, rounding from the water, + Saw the flecks and shadows on it, + Whispered, "What is that, Nokomis?" + And the good Nokomis answered: + "Once a warrior, very angry, + Seized his grandmother, and threw her 5 + Up into the sky at midnight; + Right against the moon he threw her; + 'Tis her body that you see there." + Saw the rainbow in the heaven, + In the eastern sky the rainbow, 10 + Whispered, "What is that, Nokomis?" + And the good Nokomis answered: + "'Tis the heaven of flowers you see there: + All the wild-flowers of the forest, + All the lilies of the prairie, 15 + When on earth they fade and perish, + Blossom in that heaven above us." + When he heard the owls at midnight, + Hooting, laughing in the forest, + "What is that?" he cried in terror; 20 + "What is that," he said, "Nokomis?" + And the good Nokomis answered: + "That is but the owl and owlet, + Talking in their native language, + Talking, scolding at each other." + Then the little Hiawatha + Learned of every bird its language, + Learned their names and all their secrets, 5 + How they built their nests in summer, + Where they hid themselves in winter, + Talked with them whene'er he met them, + Called them "Hiawatha's Chickens." + Of all beasts he learned the language, 10 + Learned their names and all their secrets, + How the beavers built their lodges, + Where the squirrels hid their acorns, + How the reindeer ran so swiftly, + Why the rabbit was so timid, 15 + Talked with them whene'er he met them, + Called them "Hiawatha's Brothers." + + + + +HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW + +AMERICA, 1807-1882 + + +Hiawatha's Sailing + + "Give me of your bark, O Birch Tree! + Of your yellow bark, O Birch Tree! + Growing by the rushing river, + Tall and stately in the valley! + I a light canoe will build me, 5 + Build a swift Cheemaun for sailing, + That shall float upon the river, + Like a yellow leaf in autumn, + Like a yellow water lily! + "Lay aside your cloak, O Birch Tree! 10 + Lay aside your white skin wrapper, + For the summer time is coming, + And the sun is warm in heaven, + And you need no white skin wrapper!" + Thus aloud cried Hiawatha 15 + In the solitary forest, + By the rushing Taquamenaw, + When the birds were singing gaily, + In the Moon of Leaves were singing, + And the Sun, from sleep awaking, + Started up and said, "Behold me! + Geezis, the great Sun, behold me!" + And the tree with all its branches + Rustled in the breeze of morning, 5 + Saying, with a sigh of patience, + "Take my cloak, O Hiawatha!" + With his knife the tree he girdled; + Just beneath its lowest branches, + Just above the roots, he cut it, 10 + Till the sap came oozing outward; + Down the trunk, from top to bottom, + Sheer he cleft the bark asunder, + With a wooden wedge he raised it, + Stripped it from the trunk unbroken. 15 + "Give me of your boughs, O Cedar! + Of your strong and pliant branches, + My canoe to make more steady, + Make more strong and firm beneath me!" + Through the summit of the Cedar 20 + Went a sound, a cry of horror, + Went a murmur of resistance; + But it whispered, bending downward, + "Take my boughs, O Hiawatha!" + Down he hewed the boughs of cedar, + Shaped them straightway to a framework, + Like two bows he formed and shaped them, + Like two bended bows together. 5 + "Give me of your roots, O Tamarack! + Of your fibrous roots, O Larch Tree! + My canoe to bind together, + So to bind the ends together + That the water may not enter, 10 + That the river may not wet me!" + And the Larch with all its fibers, + Shivered in the air of morning, + Touched his forehead with its tassels, + Said, with one long sigh of sorrow, 15 + "Take them all, O Hiawatha!" + From the earth he tore the fibers, + Tore the tough roots of the Larch Tree, + Closely sewed the bark together, + Bound it closely to the framework. 20 + "Give me of your balm, O Fir Tree! + Of your balsam and your resin, + So to close the seams together + That the water may not enter, + That the river may not wet me!" + And the Fir Tree, tall and somber, + Sobbed through all its robes of darkness, + Rattled like a shore with pebbles, 5 + Answered wailing, answered weeping, + "Take my balm, O Hiawatha!" + And he took the tears of balsam, + Took the resin of the Fir Tree, + Seamed therewith each seam and fissure, 10 + Made each crevice safe from water. + "Give me of your quills, O Hedgehog! + All your quills, O Kagh, the Hedgehog! + I will make a necklace of them, + Make a girdle for my beauty, 15 + And two stars to deck her bosom!" + From a hollow tree the Hedgehog + With his sleepy eyes looked at him, + Shot his shining quills, like arrows, + Saying, with a drowsy murmur, 20 + Through the tangle of his whiskers, + "Take my quills, O Hiawatha!" + From the ground the quills he gathered, + All the little shining arrows, + Stained them red and blue and yellow, + With the juice of roots and berries; + Into his canoe he wrought them, + Round its waist a shining girdle, 5 + Round its bows a gleaming necklace, + On its breast two stars resplendent. + Thus the Birch Canoe was builded, + In the valley, by the river, + In the bosom of the forest; 10 + And the forest's life was in it, + All its mystery and its magic, + All the lightness of the birch tree, + All the toughness of the cedar, + All the larch's supple sinews; 15 + And it floated on the river + Like a yellow leaf in autumn, + Like a yellow water lily. + Paddles none had Hiawatha, + Paddles none he had or needed, 20 + For his thoughts as paddles served him, + And his wishes served to guide him; + Swift or slow at will he glided, + Veered to right or left at pleasure. + + + + +SABINE BARING-GOULD + +ENGLAND, 1834- + + +Child's Evening Prayer + + Now the day is over, 5 + Night is drawing nigh, + Shadows of the evening + Steal across the sky. + + Now the darkness gathers, + Stars begin to peep, + Birds and beasts and flowers + Soon will be asleep. + + Through the long night-watches + May Thine angels spread 10 + Their white wings above me, + Watching round my bed. + + When the morning wakens, + Then may I arise + Pure and fresh and sinless 15 + In Thy holy eyes. + + + + +THIRD YEAR--SECOND HALF + + +Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean + + O, Columbia, the gem of the ocean, + The home of the brave and the free, + The shrine of each patriot's devotion, + A world offers homage to thee; + Thy mandates make heroes assemble, 5 + When Liberty's form stands in view; + Thy banners make tyranny tremble, + When borne by the red, white, and blue, + When borne by the red, white, and blue, + When borne by the red, white, and blue, 10 + Thy banners make tyranny tremble, + When borne by the red, white, and blue. + + When war wing'd its wide desolation, + And threaten'd the land to deform, + The ark then of freedom's foundation, 15 + Columbia rode safe thro' the storm: + With the garlands of vict'ry around her, + When so proudly she bore her brave crew, + With her flag proudly floating before her, + The boast of the red, white, and blue, + The boast of the red, white, and blue, 5 + The boast of the red, white, and blue, + With her flag proudly floating before her + The boast of the red, white, and blue. + + The star-spangled banner bring hither, + O'er Columbia's true sons let it wave; 10 + May the wreaths they have won never wither, + Nor its stars cease to shine on the brave. + May the service united ne'er sever, + But hold to their colors so true; + The army and navy forever, 15 + Three cheers for the red, white, and blue, + Three cheers for the red, white, and blue, + Three cheers for the red, white, and blue, + The army and navy forever, + Three cheers for the red, white, and blue. 20 + + + + +ROBERT HERRICK + +ENGLAND, 1591-1674 + + +Corinna going a-Maying + + Get up, get up, for shame the blooming morn + Upon her wings presents the gods unshorn. + See how Aurora throws her fair, + Fresh-quilted colors through the air; + Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see 5 + The dew-bespangled herb and tree. + + Each flower has wept, and bowed toward the East + Above an hour since, yet you are not drest, + Nay not so much as out of bed, + When all the birds have matins said, 10 + And sung their thankful hymns; 'tis sin, + Nay, profanation to keep in, + When as a thousand virgins on this day + Spring sooner than the lark to fetch in May. + + Come, my Corinna, come, and coming, mark + How each field turns a street--each street a park, + Made green and trimmed with trees! see how + Devotion gives each house a bough, + Or branch! each porch, each door, ere this 5 + An ark, a tabernacle is, + Made up of whitethorn neatly interwove, + As if he were those cooler shades of love. + Can such delights be in the street + And open fields, and we not see't? 10 + Come we'll abroad, and let's obey + The proclamation made for May. + And sin no more, as we have done, by staying, + But, my Corinna! come, let's go a-Maying. + + + + +JOHN KEATS + +ENGLAND, 1795-1821 + + +Sweet Peas + + Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight: + With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, + And taper fingers catching at all things, + To bind them all about with tiny rings. + Linger awhile upon some bending planks 5 + That lean against a streamlet's rushy banks, + And watch intently Nature's gentle doings, + They will be found softer than ringdove's cooings. + How silent comes the water round that bend! + Not the minutest whisper does it send 10 + To the o'erhanging sallows: blades of grass + Slowly across the chequer'd shadows pass. + + + + +EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER + +AMERICA, 1862- + + +The Bluebird + + I know the song that the bluebird is singing, + Out in the apple-tree where he is swinging: + Brave little fellow! the skies may be dreary: + Nothing cares he while his heart is so cheery. + + Hark! how the music leaps out from his throat-- 5 + Hark! was there ever so merry a note? + Listen awhile, and you'll hear what he's saying, + Up in the apple-tree, swinging and swaying. + + "Dear little blossoms, down under the snow, + You must be weary of winter, I know; 10 + Hark while I sing you a message of cheer-- + _Summer_ is coming! and _spring-time_ is here! + + "Little white snowdrop! I pray you, arise; + Bright yellow crocus! come, open your eyes; + Sweet little violets, hid from the cold, 5 + Put on your mantles of purple and gold: + Daffodils! daffodils! say, do you hear?-- + _Summer_ is coming! and _spring-time_ is here!" + + + + +ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON + +SCOTLAND, 1850-1894 + + +Where go the Boats? + + Dark brown is the river, + Golden is the sand, 10 + It flows along forever, + With trees on either hand. + + Green leaves a-floating, + Castles of the foam, + Boats of mine a-boating-- + Where will all come home? + + On goes the river 5 + And out past the mill, + Away down the valley, + Away down the hill. + + Away down the river, + A hundred miles or more, 10 + Other little children + Shall bring my boats ashore. + + + + +CHARLES LAMB, MARY LAMB + +ENGLAND, 1775-1834, ENGLAND, 1764-1847 + + +The Magpie's Nest + + When the arts in their infancy were, + In a fable of old 'tis expressed + A wise magpie constructed that rare 15 + Little house for young birds, called a nest. + + This was talked of the whole country round; + You might hear it on every bough sung; + "Now no longer upon the rough ground + Will fond mothers brood over their young: + + "For the magpie with exquisite skill 5 + Has invented a moss-covered cell + Within which a whole family will + In the utmost security dwell." + + To her mate did each female bird say: + "Let us fly to the magpie, my dear; 10 + If she will but teach us the way, + A nest we will build us up here. + + "It's a thing that's close arched overhead, + With a hole made to creep out and in; + We, my bird, might make just such a bed 15 + If we only knew how to begin." + + To the magpie soon all the birds went, + And in modest terms made their request, + That she would be pleased to consent + To teach them to build up a nest. + + She replied: "I will show you the way, + So observe everything that I do: + First, two sticks 'cross each other I lay--" 5 + "To be sure," said the crow, "why I knew + + "It must be begun with two sticks, + And I thought that they crossed should be." + Said the pie, "Then some straw and moss mix + In the way you now see done by me." 10 + + "Oh, yes, certainly," said the jackdaw, + "That must follow, of course, I have thought; + Though I never before building saw, + I guessed that without being taught." + "More moss, more straw, and feathers, I place 15 + In this manner," continued the pie. + "Yes, no doubt, madam, that is the case; + Though no builder myself, so thought I." + + Whatever she taught them beside, + In his turn every bird of them said, + Though the nest-making art he ne'er tried, 5 + He had just such a thought in his head. + + Still the pie went on showing her art, + Till the nest she had built up halfway; + She no more of her skill would impart, + But in her anger went fluttering away. 10 + + And this speech in their hearing she made, + As she perched o'er their heads on a tree: + "If ye all were well skilled in my trade, + Pray, why came ye to learn it of me?" + + + + +MARGARET VANDEGRIFT + +AMERICA, 1845- + + +The Sandman + + The rosy clouds float overhead, + The sun is going down; + And now the sandman's gentle tread + Comes stealing through the town. + "White sand, white sand," he softly cries, 5 + And as he shakes his hand, + Straightway there lies on babies' eyes + His gift of shining sand. + Blue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes, and brown, + As shuts the rose, they softly close, when he goes through + the town, 10 + + From sunny beaches far away-- + Yes, in another land-- + He gathers up at break of day + His store of shining sand. + No tempests beat that shore remote, 15 + No ships may sail that way; + His little boat alone may float + Within that lovely bay. + Blue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes, and brown, + As shuts the rose, they softly close, when he goes through the town. + + He smiles to see the eyelids close 5 + Above the happy eyes; + And every child right well he knows,-- + Oh, he is very wise! + But if, as he goes through the land, + A naughty baby cries, 10 + His other hand takes dull gray sand + To close the wakeful eyes. + Blue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes, and brown, + As shuts the rose, they softly close, when he goes through the town. + + So when you hear the sandman's song 15 + Sound through the twilight sweet, + Be sure you do not keep him long + A-waiting on the street. + Lie softly down, dear little head, + Rest quiet, busy hands, + Till, by your bed his good night said, + He strews the shining sands. 5 + Blue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes, and brown, + As shuts the rose, they softly close, when he goes through the town. + + + + +MARY HOWITT + +ENGLAND, 1804-1888 + + +The Fairies of the Caldon-Low + +A MIDSUMMER LEGEND + + "And where have you been, my Mary, + And where have you been from me?" + "I've been to the top of the Caldon-Low, 10 + The midsummer night to see!" + + "And what did you see, my Mary, + All up on the Caldon-Low?" + "I saw the blithe sunshine come down, + And I saw the merry winds blow." 15 + "And what did you hear, my Mary, + All up on the Caldon Hill?" + "I heard the drops the water made, + And I heard the corn-ears fill." + + "Oh, tell me all, my Mary-- 5 + All, all that ever you know; + For you must have seen the fairies + Last night on the Caldon-Low." + + "Then take me on your knee, mother, + And listen, mother of mine: 10 + A hundred fairies danced last night, + And the harpers they were nine; + + "And merry was the glee of the harp-strings, + And their dancing feet so small; + But, oh! the sound of their talking 15 + Was merrier far than all!" + + "And what were the words, my Mary, + That you did hear them say?" + "I'll tell you all, my mother, + But let me have my way. 20 + "And some they played with the water, + And rolled it down the hill; + 'And this,' they said, 'shall speedily turn + The poor old miller's mill; + + "'For there has been no water 5 + Ever since the first of May; + And a busy man shall the miller be + By the dawning of the day! + + "'Oh, the miller, how he will laugh, + When he sees the mill-dam rise! 10 + The jolly old miller, how he will laugh + Till the tears fill both his eyes!' + + "And some they seized the little winds, + That sounded over the hill, + And each put a horn into his mouth, 15 + And blew so sharp and shrill: + + "'And there,' said they, 'the merry winds go + Away from every horn; + And those shall clear the mildew dank + From the blind old widow's corn: 20 + "'Oh, the poor blind widow-- + Though she has been blind so long, + She'll be merry enough when the mildew's gone, + And the corn stands stiff and strong!' + + "And some they brought the brown linseed, 5 + And flung it down from the Low: + 'And this,' said they, 'by the sunrise, + In the weaver's croft shall grow! + + "'Oh, the poor lame weaver! + How he will laugh outright 10 + When he sees his dwindling flax-field + All full of flowers by night!' + + "And then up spoke a brownie, + With a long beard on his chin: + 'I have spun up all the tow,' said he, 15 + 'And I want some more to spin. + + "'I've spun a piece of hempen cloth, + And I want to spin another-- + A little sheet for Mary's bed, + And an apron for her mother.' + + "And with that I could not help but laugh, + And I laughed out loud and free; + And then on top of the Caldon-Low 5 + There was no one left but me. + + "And all on top of the Caldon-Low + The mists were cold and gray, + And nothing I saw but the mossy stones + That round about me lay. 10 + + "But, as I came down from the hill-top, + I heard, afar below, + How busy the jolly miller was, + And how merry the wheel did go. + + "And I peeped into the widow's field, 15 + And sure enough were seen + The yellow ears of the mildewed corn + All standing stiff and green! + + "And down by the weaver's croft I stole, + To see if the flax were high; + But I saw the weaver at his gate, + With the good news in his eye! + + "Now this is all I heard, mother, 5 + And all that I did see; + So, prithee, make my bed, mother, + For I'm tired as I can be!" + + + + +FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS + +ENGLAND, 1793-1835 + + +Night-scented Flowers + + "Call back your odors, lonely flowers, + From the night-wind call them back; 10 + And fold your leaves till the laughing hours + Come forth in the sunbeam's track. + + "The lark lies couched in her grassy nest, + And the honey-bee is gone, + And all bright things are away to rest; 15 + Why watch ye here alone?" + + "Nay, let our shadowy beauty bloom + When the stars give quiet light, + And let us offer our faint perfume + On the silent shrine of night. + + "Call it not wasted, the scent we lend 5 + To the breeze when no step is nigh: + Oh! thus forever the earth should send + Her grateful breath on high! + + "And love us as emblems, night's dewy flowers, + Of hopes unto sorrow given, 10 + That spring through the gloom of the darkest hours, + Looking alone to heaven." + + + + +JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER + +AMERICA, 1807-1892 + + +Indian Summer + + From gold to gray + Our mild, sweet day + Of Indian summer fades too soon; 15 + But tenderly + Above the sea + Hangs, white and calm, the hunter's moon. + + In its pale fire + The village spire 5 + Shows like the zodiac's spectral lance; + The painted walls + Whereon it falls + Transfigured stand in marble trance. + + + + +ALICE CARY + +AMERICA, 1820-1871 + + +November + + The leaves are fading and falling, 10 + The winds are rough and wild, + The birds have ceased their calling, + But let me tell you, my child, + + Though day by day, as it closes, + Doth darker and colder grow, 15 + The roots of the bright red roses + Will keep alive in the snow. + + And when the winter is over + The boughs will get new leaves, + The quail will come back to the clover, + And the swallow back to the eaves. + + The robin will wear on his bosom 5 + A vest that is bright and new, + And the loveliest wayside blossoms + Will shine with the sun and dew. + + The leaves to-day are whirling, + The brooks are all dry and dumb, 10 + But let me tell you, my darling, + The spring will be sure to come. + + There must be rough, cold weather, + And winds and rains so wild; + Not all good things together 15 + Come to us here, my child. + + So when some dear joy loses + Its beauteous summer glow, + Think how the roots of the roses + Are kept alive in the snow. 20 + + + + +JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER + + +The Frost Spirit + + He comes,--he comes,--the Frost Spirit comes! You may trace his + footsteps now + On the naked woods and the blasted fields and the brown hill's + withered brow. + He has smitten the leaves of the gray old trees where their + pleasant green came forth, + And the winds, which follow wherever he goes, have shaken them + down to earth. + + He comes,--he comes,--the Frost Spirit comes!--from the frozen + Labrador,-- 5 + From the icy bridge of the Northern seas, which the white bear + wanders o'er,-- + Where the fisherman's sail is stiff with ice, and the luckless + forms below + In the sunless cold of the lingering night into marble statues + grow! + + He comes,--he comes,--the Frost Spirit comes!--on the rushing + Northern blast, + And the dark Norwegian pines have bowed as his fearful breath + went past. + With an unscorched wing he has hurried on, where the fires of + Hecla glow + On the darkly beautiful sky above and the ancient ice below. + + He comes,--he comes,--the Frost Spirit comes!--and the quiet lake + shall feel 5 + The torpid touch of his glazing breath, and ring to the skater's + heel; + And the streams which danced on the broken rocks, or sang to the + leaning grass, + Shall bow again to their winter chain, and in mournful silence pass. + + He comes,--he comes,--the Frost Spirit comes!--let us meet him as we + may, + And turn with the light of the parlor-fire his evil power away; + And gather closer the circle round, when that firelight dances high, + And laugh at the shriek of the baffled Fiend as his sounding wing goes + by! + + + + +ALFRED TENNYSON + +ENGLAND, 1809-1892 + + +The Owl + + +I + + When cats run home and the light is come + And the dew is cold upon the ground, 5 + And the far-off stream is dumb, + And the whirring sail goes round, + And the whirring sail goes round; + Alone and warming his five wits, + The white owl in the belfry sits. 10 + + +II + + When merry milkmaids click the latch, + And rarely smells the new-mown hay, + And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch + Twice or thrice his roundelay, + Twice or thrice his roundelay; + Alone and warming his five wits, + The white owl in the belfry sits. 5 + + + + +GEORGE MACDONALD + +SCOTLAND, 1824- + + +The Wind and the Moon + + Said the Wind to the Moon, "I will blow you out. + You stare + In the air + Like a ghost in a chair, + Always looking what I am about; 10 + I hate to be watched; I will blow you out." + + The Wind blew hard, and out went the Moon. + So, deep, + On a heap + Of clouds, to sleep, + Down lay the Wind, and slumbered soon-- + Muttering low, "I've done for that Moon." + + He turned in his bed; she was there again! 5 + On high + In the sky, + With her one ghost eye, + The Moon shone white and alive and plain. + Said the Wind--"I will blow you out again." 10 + + The Wind blew hard, and the Moon grew dim. + "With my sledge + And my wedge + I have knocked off her edge! + If only I blow right fierce and grim, 15 + The creature will soon be dimmer than dim." + + He blew and blew, and she thinned to a thread. + "One puff + More's enough + To blow her to snuff! + One good puff more where the last was bred, 5 + And glimmer, glimmer, glum will go the thread!" + + He blew a great blast and the thread was gone; + In the air + Nowhere + Was a moonbeam bare; 10 + Far off and harmless the shy stars shone; + Sure and certain the Moon was gone! + + The Wind he took to his revels once more; + On down + In town, 15 + Like a merry mad clown, + He leaped and hallooed with whistle and roar, + "What's that?" The glimmering thread once more! + + He flew in a rage--he danced and blew; + But in vain + Was the pain + Of his bursting brain; 5 + For still the broader the Moon-scrap grew, + The broader he swelled his big cheeks and blew. + + Slowly she grew--till she filled the night, + And shone + On her throne 10 + In the sky alone, + A matchless, wonderful, silvery light, + Radiant and lovely, the Queen of the Night. + + Said the Wind--"What a marvel of power am I! + With my breath, 15 + Good faith! + I blew her to death-- + First blew her away right out of the sky-- + Then blew her in; what a strength am I!" + + But the Moon she knew nothing about the affair, + For, high + In the sky, 5 + With her one white eye, + Motionless, miles above the air, + She had never heard the great Wind blare. + + + + +JAMES T. FIELDS + +AMERICA, 1817-1881 + + +The Tempest + + We were crowded in the cabin, + Not a soul would dare to sleep,-- 10 + It was midnight on the waters, + And a storm was on the deep. + + 'Tis a fearful thing in winter + To be shattered in the blast, + And to hear the rattling trumpet + Thunder, "Cut away the mast!" + + So we shuddered there in silence,-- + For the stoutest held his breath, + While the hungry sea was roaring, 5 + And the breakers talked with Death. + + As thus we sat in darkness, + Each one busy in his prayers,-- + "We are lost!" the captain shouted, + As he staggered down the stairs. 10 + + But his little daughter whispered, + As she took his icy hand, + "Is not God upon the ocean, + Just the same as on the land?" + + Then we kissed the little maiden, 15 + And we spoke in better cheer; + And we anchored safe in harbor + When the morn was shining clear. + + + + +CLEMENT C. MOORE + +AMERICA, 1779-1863 + + +A Visit from St. Nicholas + + 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all 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, 5 + While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; + And Mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, + Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap, + When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, + I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. + Away to the window I flew like a flash, + Tore open the shatters and threw up the sash. + The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow, + Gave a luster of midday to objects below; 5 + When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, + But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, + With a little old driver, so lively and quick, + I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. + More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, 10 + And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: + "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, 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, + When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, + So, up to the house-top the coursers they flew, 5 + With the sleigh full of toys--and St. Nicholas, too. + And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof + The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. + As I drew in my head, and was turning around, + Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. 10 + He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, + And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; + A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, + And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. + His eyes how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! + His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry; + His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, 5 + And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow. + The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, + And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath; + He had a broad face and a little round belly + That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. 10 + He was chubby and plump--a right jolly old elf; + And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. + A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, + Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. + He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, + And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, + And laying his finger aside of his nose, 5 + And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. + He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, + And away they all flew like the down of a thistle; + But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, + "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!" 10 + + + + +WILLIAM WORDSWORTH + +ENGLAND, 1770-1850 + + +Lucy Gray + + Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray; + And, when I crossed the wild, + I chanced to see at break of day + The solitary child. + + No mate, no comrade, Lucy knew; 5 + She dwelt on a wide moor,-- + The sweetest thing that ever grew + Beside a human door! + + You yet may spy the fawn at play, + The hare upon the green; 10 + But the sweet face of Lucy Gray + Will never more be seen. + + "To-night will be a stormy night-- + You to the town must go: + And take a lantern, child, to light 15 + Your mother through the snow." + + "That, father, will I gladly do: + 'Tis scarcely afternoon-- + The minster-clock has just struck two; + And yonder is the moon." + + At this the father raised his hook, 5 + And snapped a fagot-band; + He plied his work;--and Lucy took + The lantern in her hand. + + Not blither is the mountain roe: + With many a wanton stroke 10 + Her feet disperse the powdery snow, + That rises up like smoke. + + The storm came on before its time, + She wandered up and down; + And many a hill did Lucy climb, 15 + But never reached the town. + + The wretched parents all that night + Went shouting far and wide; + But there was neither sound nor sight + To serve them for a guide. 20 + At daybreak on a hill they stood + That overlooked the moor; + And thence they saw the bridge of wood, + A furlong from their door. + + They wept--and, turning homeward, cried, 5 + "In heaven we all shall meet!" + When in the snow the mother spied + The print of Lucy's feet. + + Then downwards from the steep hill's edge + They tracked the footmarks small; 10 + And through the broken hawthorn hedge, + And by the low stone wall: + + And then an open field they crossed; + The marks were still the same; + They tracked them on, nor ever lost; 15 + And to the bridge they came. + + They follow from the snowy bank + Those footmarks, one by one, + Into the middle of the plank; + And further there were none! 20 + --Yet some maintain that to this day + She is a living child; + That you may see sweet Lucy Gray + Upon the lonesome wild. + + O'er rough and smooth she trips along. 5 + And never looks behind; + And sings a solitary song + That whistles in the wind. + + + + +WILLIAM BRIGHTLY RANDS + +ENGLAND, 1823-1880 + + +The Wonderful World + + Great, wide, wonderful, beautiful world, + With the beautiful water about you curled, 10 + And the wonderful grass upon your breast-- + World, you are beautifully dressed! + + The wonderful air is over me, + And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree; + It walks on the water and whirls the mills, 15 + And talks to itself on the tops of the hills. + + You friendly earth, how far do you go, + With wheat fields that nod, and rivers that flow, + And cities and gardens, and oceans and isles, + And people upon you for thousands of miles? + + Ah, you are so great and I am so small, 5 + I hardly can think of you, world, at all; + And yet, when I said my prayers to-day, + A whisper within me seemed to say: + "You are more than the earth, though you're such a dot; + You can love and think, and the world cannot." 10 + + + + +WILLIAM WORDSWORTH + +ENGLAND, 1770-1850 + + +To a Child + +WRITTEN IN HER ALBUM + + Small service is true service while it lasts. + Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one: + The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, + Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun. + + + + +CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI + +ENGLAND, 1830-1894 + + +Consider + + Consider + The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief: + We are as they; 5 + Like them we fade away, + As doth a leaf. + + Consider + The sparrows of the air of small account: + Our God doth view 10 + Whether they fall or mount,-- + He guards us too. + + Consider + The lilies that do neither spin nor toil, + Yet are most fair: 15 + What profits all this care + And all this toil? + + Consider + The birds that have no barn nor harvest-weeks; + God gives them food: + Much more our Father seeks + To do us good. 5 + + + + +SIR WALTER SCOTT + +SCOTLAND, 1771-1832 + + +Lullaby of an Infant Chief + + Oh, hush thee, my baby, thy sire was a knight, + Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright; + The woods and the glens from the tower which we see, + They all are belonging, dear baby, to thee. + + Oh, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows, 10 + It calls but the warders that guard thy repose; + Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red, + Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed. + + Oh, hush thee, my baby, the time will soon come, + When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum; + Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, + For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day. 5 + + + + +EUGENE FIELD + +AMERICA, 1850-1895 + + +Dutch Lullaby[2] + + Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night + Sailed off in a wooden shoe-- + Sailed on a river of crystal light, + Into a sea of dew. + "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" 10 + The old moon asked the three. + "We have come to fish for the herring fish + That live in this beautiful sea; + Nets of silver and gold have we!" + Said Wynken, + Blynken, + And Nod. 5 + + The old moon laughed and sang a song, + As they rocked in the wooden shoe, + And the wind that sped them all night long + Ruffled the waves of dew. + The little stars were the herring fish 10 + That lived in that beautiful sea-- + "Now cast your nets wherever you wish-- + Never afeard are we"; + So cried the stars to the fishermen three: + Wynken, 15 + Blynken, + And Nod. + + All night long their nets they threw + To the stars in the twinkling foam-- + Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe, 20 + Bringing the fishermen home; + "Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed + As if it could not be, + And some folks thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed + Of sailing that beautiful sea-- + But I shall name you the fishermen three: 5 + Wynken, + Blynken, + And Nod. + + Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes: + And Nod is a little head, 10 + And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies + Is a wee one's trundle-bed. + So shut your eyes while mother sings + Of wonderful sights that be, + And you shall see the beautiful things 15 + As you rock in the misty sea, + Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three: + Wynken, + Blynken, + And Nod. 20 + + + +FOOTNOTE: + +[2] From "Poems of Childhood," published by Messrs. Charles Scribner's +Sons. + + + + +EUGENE FIELD + +AMERICA, 1850-1895 + + +The Night Wind[3] + + Have you ever heard the wind go "Yoooo"? + 'Tis a pitiful sound to hear! + It seems to chill you through and through + With a strange and speechless fear. + 'Tis the voice of the night that broods outside 5 + When folks should be asleep, + And many and many's the time I've cried + To the darkness brooding far and wide + Over the land and the deep: + "Whom do you want, O lonely night, 10 + That you wail the long hours through?" + And the night would say in its ghostly way: + "Yoooooooo! + Yoooooooo! + Yoooooooo!" 15 + + My mother told me long ago + (When I was a little lad) + That when the wind went wailing so + Somebody had been bad; + And then, when I was snug in bed, + Whither I had been sent, + With the blankets pulled up round my head, 5 + I'd think of what my mother'd said, + And wonder what boy she meant! + And "Who's been bad to-day?" I'd ask + Of the wind that hoarsely blew, + And the voice would say in its meaningful way: 10 + "Yoooooooo! + Yoooooooo! + Yoooooooo!" + + That this was true I must allow-- + You'll not believe it, though! 15 + Yes, though I'm quite a model now, + I was not always so. + And if you doubt what things I say, + Suppose you make the test; + Suppose, when you've been bad some day 20 + And up to bed are sent away + From mother and the rest-- + Suppose you ask, "Who has been bad?" + And then you'll hear what's true; + For the wind will moan in its ruefulest tone: + "Yoooooooo! + Yoooooooo! 5 + Yoooooooo!" + + +FOOTNOTE: + +[3] From "Poems of Childhood," published by Messrs. Charles Scribner's +Sons. + + + + +THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH + +AMERICA, 1836- + + +Marjorie's Almanac[4] + + Robins in the tree top, + Blossoms in the grass, + Green things a-growing + Everywhere you pass + Sudden little breezes, 5 + Showers of silver dew, + Black bough and bent twig + Budding out anew; + Pine tree and willow tree, + Fringed elm, and larch,-- + Don't you think that May-time's + Pleasanter than March? + + Apples in the orchard 5 + Mellowing one by one; + Strawberries upturning + Soft cheeks to the sun; + Roses faint with sweetness, + Lilies fair of face, 10 + Drowsy scents and murmurs + Haunting every place; + Lengths of golden sunshine, + Moonlight bright as day-- + Don't you think that summer's 15 + Pleasanter than May? + + Roger in the corn patch + Whistling negro songs; + Pussy by the hearth side + Romping with the tongs; 20 + Chestnuts in the ashes, + Bursting through the rind; + Red leaf and gold leaf + Rustling down the wind; + Mother "doin' peaches" + All the afternoon,-- 5 + Don't you think that autumn's + Pleasanter than June? + + Little fairy snow-flakes + Dancing in the flue; + Old Mr. Santa Claus, 10 + What is keeping you? + Twilight and firelight + Shadows come and go; + Merry chime of sleigh bells + Tinkling through the snow; 15 + Mother knitting stockings, + Pussy's got the ball, + Don't you think that winter's + Pleasanter than all? + + +FOOTNOTE: + +[4] Selections from Thomas B. Aldrich are used by permission of, and by +special arrangement with, Houghton, Mifflin & Co., publishers of his +works. + + + + +M. BETHAM EDWARDS + +AMERICA, 1836- + + +A Child's Prayer + + God make my life a little light, + Within the world to glow-- + A tiny flame that burneth bright, + Wherever I may go. + + God make my life a little flower, 5 + That bringeth joy to all, + Content to bloom in native bower, + Although its place be small. + + God make my life a little song, + That comforteth the sad, 10 + That helpeth others to be strong, + And makes the singer glad. + + * * * * * + +Transcriber's Notes: + +Page 53, the line number for line 5 was added. + +Page 59, the line number 5 was moved up one line. + +Page 63, single quotation mark changed to a double quotation mark. 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