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 FIRST SNOW. 
 
 When I woke up in the morning, 
 
 Eight months ago, in May, 
 The grass was sparkHng with dew-drops — 
 
 It sparkles with frost to-day; 
 
 Then the sun was shining warmly, 
 
 The sky was cloudless blue, 
 And the trees in the wood on the hill-top 
 
 Were bright with a sweet green hue. 
 
 Now the trees are barren and leafless, 
 And the sky is a dull, bleak grey; 
 
 And a voluble flurry of snow-flakes 
 Obscures the world and the day. 
 
LIFE— A CANDLE. 
 
 Is your life a candle? 
 
 Does it throw its light 
 In the darkest corner 
 
 Of another's night? 
 
 Touch a candle that you see 
 
 Burning very low, 
 For that means a soul once pure 
 
 Sinking into woe. 
 
 If the candle's light is out 
 Touch it just the same, 
 
 For that means it may once more 
 Shine again with flame. 
 
 Only never let your light 
 
 Flicker and burn low; 
 Keep it bright and brighter 
 
 By helping where you go. 
 
 Keep your candle burning 
 That you may light another; 
 
 If you can not help yourself 
 Can you help your brother? 
 
WHAT THE CLOCK SEES AT NIGHT. 
 
 (On the mantel-shelf stand two figures of 
 Yeomen of the Guard [Beefeaters], 
 a china King of Hearts, and a Miin- 
 chener Kinde.) 
 
 When I strike twelve from the mantel-piece 
 Each lifeless article has its release 
 From the lifeless posture it keeps all day — 
 Each acts in its characteristic way. 
 
 The cows in the picture above me moo 
 
 And swish their tails as real cows do, 
 
 The old-fashioned girls by the sideboard 
 
 say: 
 "Things surely have changed since our 
 
 young day!" 
 
 The poor children lost in their father's'park 
 Do weep, as they moan, "It is getting 
 
 dark!" 
 The Beefeaters red on the mantel-piece 
 
 fight 
 With the Miinchener Kinde, who is 
 
 getting too bright. 
 
 "You've no bUvSiness to be here with us," 
 
 they say. 
 Now your country's at war, you should 
 
 join the fray!" 
 "And what about you?" the Munchener 
 
 cries, 
 You ought to be fighting with the Allies!" 
 
At this instant the fat china king joins in — 
 "Though we never can feel Hke kith and kin 
 Toward the German nation — at least 
 
 let's be 
 Polite to one child of Germany." 
 
 Joseph Addison opens his wise brown eyes, 
 
 And looks about him in great surprise. 
 
 "I don't think you argue the way you 
 should," 
 
 He says to the king; ''For your coun- 
 try's good, 
 
 "Let me inform you, whate'er you say, 
 I've been Chancellor in my day: 
 The states you now call Germany 
 Were friendly with England as they 
 
 could be 
 You're a nouveau riche and a regular clown, 
 Young Miinchener Kinde — you need taking 
 down!" 
 
 The Beefeaters act upon Addison's word, 
 The next instant a terrible crash is heard. 
 The two little girls, wakened unawares, 
 Come rapidly down from their rooms 
 upstairs. 
 
 The figures and pictures all silent stand 
 As the little girls appear, hand in hand. 
 They enter the dining-room, turn on the 
 
 light. 
 And there they behold a pitiful sight! 
 
"Mama's best china Miinchener Kinde!" 
 Says the eldest child, "It must be the 
 
 wind! 
 The casement window is open wide, 
 And the snow blows in on the eastern 
 
 side!" 
 To shut the window the children hurry, 
 They look outside at the drifting flurry. 
 
 As many pieces as she is able. 
 
 Her friend picks up, and puts on the 
 
 table. 
 " 'T is a Chinese puzzle indeed to find 
 What part goes where, in the Miinchener 
 
 Kinde!" 
 
 So they leave the pieces and put out the 
 
 light. 
 And go upstairs for the rest of the night — 
 Or rather, the morning — for I strike "One." 
 I'm the only thing neutral! My tale is 
 
 done. 
 
ALONE WITH NATURE. 
 
 I lay upon the grass one afternoon; 
 
 The grass sloped where I lay , for 'twas a bank. 
 
 O'erhead the blue sky with its white clouds 
 
 stretched ; 
 The happy birds were singing as they flew, 
 And the bright sun smiled down upon my 
 
 book; 
 Alone was I, from all the world away — 
 Alone with a great mind ; — (far from my own, 
 But his who wrote the book!) Each leaf 
 
 I turned 
 With new enthusiasm, till the sun 
 Dipped low and lower in his western home. 
 Then lengthened shadows fell athwart my 
 
 book, 
 So that I might no longer read the words. 
 I glanced above — the sun was vanishing ; 
 A yellow glow lit up the whole horizon. 
 And in the east I saw a pale full moon. 
 Pale showed the full moon while the sun 
 
 still shone. 
 But later, as I lay on Nature's breast 
 With upturned eyes, I saw the yellow fade : 
 Then more — and soon the sun quite dis- 
 appeared. 
 Then twilight came; the day-birds ceased 
 
 their song. 
 The chirping cricket sounded fairly near. 
 I watched the twilight deepen into night, 
 Then, one by one, the jewelled stars 
 
 appeared, 
 The Milky Way glowed brightly, while the 
 
 moon 
 Shone white against the pall of evening sky. 
 
THE TELEGRAPH BIRD. 
 
 Have you ever heard 
 
 The Telegraph Bird 
 When you're leaning close to the pole? 
 
 The humming note 
 
 Seems down to float 
 Like the sigh of a wandering soul. 
 
 He has no look ; 
 
 Indeed, no book 
 This bird has ever portrayed. 
 
 If you come near 
 
 His notes to hear 
 You need not be afraid, — 
 
 In other words 
 
 There are no birds 
 Upon that wooden post ; 
 
 The only sound 
 
 We hear around 
 Is a poor mock-bird's ghost! 
 
IN A GARDEN. 
 
 There lies a lovely garden 
 A mile or more from town ; 
 
 Its wee box-trees on either side 
 For many years have grown. 
 
 A fountain crystal sparkling 
 Is where the sparrows play, 
 
 And near this is a sun-dial 
 Which tells the time of day. 
 
 The flowers are abundant 
 And brightly bloom they all, 
 
 As well as in the summer 
 Some blossom in the fall. 
 
 The chestnuts on the ground lie 
 Right underneath their trees; 
 
 Let's gather some together, 
 In the pleasant, spicy breeze. 
 
 This is an earthly Paradise, 
 
 And it is really there, 
 'T is not just hazy in my mind. 
 Like More's Utopia! 
 If some day you it wish to see. 
 Just motor with my friend and me! 
 
CLOUDS IN THE MORNING. 
 
 Tranquil the cloud banks lie; 
 A winter scene in summer sky. 
 
 The sun shines down 
 
 Till it touches the crown 
 Of a cloud peak, and then doth disappear, 
 But not for many a month or year ; — 
 
 In another moment the sun bursts forth 
 
 And rises high in the clear blue north. 
 
 CLOUDS AT SUNSET. 
 
 Tranquil the cloud banks lie, 
 A winter scene in summer sky. 
 A crimson light enfringes them. 
 As the red sun sinks it tinges them 
 A roseate hue 
 Shines the cloud tops through. 
 
 CLOUDS AT NIGHT. 
 
 Still in the sky 
 Cloud banks lie. 
 
 Soon I can see 
 
 The moon brightly 
 Rise in the black sky. 
 The stars shine high, 
 
 And on the seeming snow 
 
 The full moon sheds her glow. 
 
REST HOUSE. 
 
 (Swansea, Massachusetts.) 
 
 High on a hill at sunrise 
 
 Stands the brick House of Rest. 
 
 To see it at noon is better — 
 The hour of sunset is best. 
 
 For the dying pink of the heavens 
 
 Is spread above and around ; 
 There are no other houses to hide it, 
 
 Through the meadows there is no sound. 
 
 Then the hour of dusk and twilight 
 Steals on, and the lights appear 
 
 Down below in a broad-lying valley, 
 Which show that a town is near. 
 
 Rest Acropolis! Always 
 
 Thy guests shall enjoy their stay! 
 If they are like me, when the time comes, 
 
 They can hardly be torn away! 
 
IN UTOPIA. 
 
 In that gay Fairyland there is no school, 
 The law of Frolic is its only rule. 
 Titania's palace — sloping velvet lawns — 
 And bosky glades where fairies ride on 
 
 fawns. 
 In one grove stands a tree which, we are 
 
 told, 
 Upon the luck-blest pilgrim showers gold. 
 Near this tree flows a river which can cure 
 Of old age one who drinks its waters pure. 
 
 'T is market day upon the shadowed green ; 
 Let's stop and watch — ah, what a pretty 
 
 scene! 
 Behind the golden booths are maidens fair, 
 In white, with sparkling jewels in their 
 
 hair. 
 In one booth may be seen the magic bell. 
 Which, when you ring, your marriage doth 
 
 foretell ; 
 (If you are not to marry, it rings low!) 
 There's target-practice, too, with Cupid's 
 
 bow; 
 You send an arrow flying to the heart 
 Which marks the centre — and it takes 
 
 some art! 
 White wings there are, on which you fly 
 
 away 
 O'er hill and dale to where it's always May. 
 
 We see a book about Sir Thomas More, 
 Who founded this fair land in days of yore; 
 To brave Sir Thomas there's an ancient 
 song, 
 
Which fairies sing in accents clear and 
 strong. 
 
 In yonder glen, beneath a spreading tree, 
 Others entwine a Maypole in great glee. 
 The self-same tinted garment wears each 
 
 fay 
 As is the color of her ribbon gay. 
 Titania looks on and smiles so bright: 
 The fairy sun sheds down her warmest 
 
 light 
 Until she falls beneath the tree- tops green, 
 And dusky twilight settles on the scene. 
 Titania's palace grand bursts forth in light ; 
 In the dark sky o'erhead, the gems of night 
 Do twinkle brightly; fireflies come out. 
 And chatty Mr. Cricket chirps about. 
 Here we can understand each word he says : 
 He chirps: *'Ah, happy land!" "Most 
 
 joyful days!" 
 "To- what, To-whoo!" says the wise even- 
 ing owl, 
 "Some say I'm not as bright as other fowl. 
 But I can show you how I use my mind. 
 For this dark evening, on one whiff of wind, 
 I'll blow you homeward by a magic spell 
 To your far Earth of which we've oft heard 
 
 tell. 
 For mortals are permitted but one day 
 To see Utopia — then they must away ; 
 For other human beings want to come 
 To see our land from their far distant home. 
 Therefore, adieu! I send you homeward 
 
 bound, — 
 When Earth be reached, may greater joy 
 
 be found!" 
 
The next we knew, a whirring sound was 
 
 heard — 
 Not one of us could speak a single word, 
 So quickly went we whizzing through the 
 
 air 
 
 And now we feel we never have been there! 
 
 CONCORD REFORMATORY. 
 
 In these brick walls many a lawless son 
 To be good and lawful has begun — 
 Two stripes and a diamond he has won. 
 
 ''While there's life there's hope," so never 
 
 despair, 
 E'en though your sin seems beyond repair ; 
 Just make up for it by playing fair. 
 
 In your kitchen you work, and you make 
 
 such food 
 That all who taste it consider it good. 
 And you love your keepers — at least you 
 
 should. 
 
 For they all are doing you a good turn. 
 And with every bit of good feeling you 
 
 learn 
 Their praise and encouragement you earn. 
 
 When you go out in the world again, 
 
 If saying good-bye to them gives you pain, 
 
 Loyalty has become your gain. 
 
THE LASS WHO GOT LEFT. 
 
 *'Sweet mother, sweet mother," the young 
 girl said, 
 
 "I love you, sweet mother of mine; 
 And won't you let me this night to send 
 
 To my lover a valentine?" 
 
 "My daughter, my daughter," Dame 
 Falstaff said. 
 
 As she shook her wise, grey head, 
 "The merry lass never sends to the lad — 
 
 He sends to the lass instead." 
 
 "Oh, mother, conventionality 
 
 Waxes boring when one loves such ; 
 
 Oh, won't you let me a valentine send 
 To him whom I love so much?" 
 
 "My daughter, you'd better go straight to 
 bed. 
 For it's late, and you are young; 
 Though your hair is piled high on your silly 
 head. 
 You speak with a baby's tongue!" 
 
WALL-PAPER FACES. 
 
 Shy little, spry little eyes, 
 For many years have I seen you! 
 There is a difference between you — 
 
 One of the pair looks wise, 
 While the other looks vapid and stupid — 
 
 Just like some foolish girls 
 Who spend their lives waiting for Cupid! 
 
 While their mind's life never unfurls. 
 
 Shy little, spry little eyes, 
 Which shall I follow, the stupid? — 
 
 Or shall I follow the wise. 
 And not dream yet of Cupid ? 
 
VERTIGO. 
 
 One afternoon I lay upon my bed, 
 I was not feeling well while there I lay; 
 The yellow poppies on my wall to sway 
 Began ; the breeze swept all about my head . 
 
 I clasped in sudden fear my white bed- 
 stead, 
 
 Then looking back, I saw a meadow green; 
 
 Through the fresh meadow ran a brook 
 serene, 
 
 The blinding sun his radiance downward 
 shed. 
 
 There blew the yellow poppies of my room 
 But were they all there? one, two, three, 
 
 four, five, — 
 I could not count them even when alive — 
 I heard a voice say "They shall deck thy 
 
 tomb!" 
 But I awoke, and felt the summer air, 
 And stationary found those poppies fair. 
 
LADY MOON. 
 
 (The baby speaks.) 
 
 I want to own thee, 
 
 Pretty moon up in the sky; 
 Nurse says I cannot, 
 
 For you're up too high. 
 Some nice nights you shine so 
 
 Very brightly on my bed. 
 Through open window, 
 
 That I turn my head. 
 
 Lady moon, far above me, 
 SmiHng on me while I sleep. 
 
 Lady moon, don't you love me? 
 At you I must peep. 
 
 (The child speaks.) 
 
 I love to see you 
 
 Lady moon, up in the sky, 
 You make a lovely view 
 
 But my bed-time's nigh. 
 So good-night, Papa dear. 
 
 And good-night, dear Mamma, 
 Good night, bright moon. 
 
 For my friend you are. 
 
 Lady moon, o'er the meadow, 
 Lady moon, o'er the sea, 
 
 Looking down from heaven 
 On a child like me. 
 
(The young girl speaks.) 
 
 Singing beneath thee, 
 
 Pretty moon, are girls and boys, 
 Would I might bequeath thee 
 
 A more tuneful voice! 
 On our boat thou shinest 
 
 As we swiftly skim along, 
 Showing us the finest 
 
 Appreciation of song! 
 
 Lady moon, in the heaven 
 Shining on the summer sea, 
 
 Our jolly group of seven 
 Sings its praise to thee. 
 
 (The bride speaks.) 
 
 How we do love thee. 
 
 Thou, our blessed Honey Moon! 
 This is, above me. 
 
 The best night in June. 
 For we're so light-hearted. 
 
 Yet so blissful we don't talk. 
 We'll no more be parted 
 
 Together we'll walk. 
 
 Lady moon, o'er the mountain 
 
 Shine bright and free. 
 Glancing through the bright fountain 
 
 On a bride like me. 
 
(The woman speaks.) 
 
 Eyes of all ages 
 
 Saw thee as I see thee now, 
 'T was questioned by sages, 
 
 When thou shone, and how. 
 In thy crowning splendor 
 
 Thou art like the sun by day. 
 Yet withal, how tender 
 
 Is thy beaming ray. 
 
 Lady moon, in the heaven 
 
 Trace thy path through the sky 
 
 Waxing and waning 
 As each night goes by. 
 
 (The old woman speaks.) 
 
 My dim and failing eye 
 
 Sees thee still, oh, full bright moon, 
 But in the dark sky 
 
 I'll not see thee soon. 
 For I'm growing older. 
 
 Day by day, bright beaming moon. 
 And my age is colder 
 
 Than the age of June. 
 
 Lady moon, o'er the ocean, 
 
 Pray for me e'er I go. 
 Lady moon, for my motion 
 
 Grows each day more slow. 
 
WAR CONTRASTS. 
 
 August, 1914. 
 
 In houses gay of Germany 
 A merry jovial company 
 Toasts to the future victory 
 O'er England, just across the sea. 
 
 1915. 
 
 Britain defiantly doth stand 
 With feet firm planted on her land- 
 Germany lifts a pleading hand — 
 "Bread! let it not be contraband!" 
 
 PIGEONS IN CHURCH. 
 
 In their gentle cooing way 
 Pigeons around the house-top play; 
 One flew into the church when we started 
 to pray! 
 
 He flew to the roof, and all around, 
 He explored the church with a cooing sound! 
 The congregation nearly laughed out; 
 "What can that pigeon be about?" 
 A small child piped, and his mother replied 
 By pulling him closer to her side — 
 Not as a caress, but to keep him still. 
 As to have him talk was against her will! 
 
 The pigeon continued to fly about, 
 
 But when a late-comer arrived, he flew out. 
 
AT THE THEATRE. 
 
 She watches the play with an interest keen, 
 She's the prettiest girl at the theatre seen; 
 He looks at her features instead of the 
 
 play — 
 Which will carry the most away? 
 
 A TRAIN GOING BY. 
 
 While lazily in bed I lie, 
 
 I watch the smoke of a train going by. 
 
 It bursts like a white cloud, obscuring the 
 
 trees, 
 And is wafted along on the morning breeze. 
 
 THE SUN THROUGH TREES. 
 
 As through dark churchly glass 
 Shines the sun through the trees, 
 
 And the velvet-like grass 
 Rustles in the salt breeze. 
 
ADVICE TO SCHOOLGIRLS. 
 
 A blue wave creeps o'er me 
 When I think what's before me 
 
 To learn ; I know not what I ought . 
 I blush to myself 
 As I look at that shelf 
 
 Full of books — yet my knowledge is 
 naught. 
 
 I want to know everything all in one day! 
 " 'T is out of the question," my family say. 
 'The best students study for many a year, 
 But Ignorance makes one shed many a 
 tear!" 
 
 When in school the girls fool 
 They don't know what they're missing 
 By giggling and whispering and foolish 
 
 hand-kissing! 
 I've done it myself, but I've learned to re- 
 gret it, 
 If this verse can advise you, I warn you to 
 let it! 
 
DUTY. 
 
 Duty is what makes happiness, not fun, 
 Nor parties gay, nor dresses beautiful; 
 For when in school I laugh and do no work, 
 Or when I've walked where I am not 
 
 allowed, 
 Whate'er I do, where'er I go, my time 
 Is dulled by heavy Conscience. When I 
 
 work, 
 Then go out in the sunshine with the girls, 
 I talk and laugh with a far lighter heart. 
 When I return at just the proper time. 
 The evening seems so pleasant that I sing. 
 For Duty is the only thing that counts! 
 If you have done your duty, you'll be glad 
 Where'er you are, I think and I believe. 
 
 Duty is often dull while being done, 
 But when 'tis o'er great happiness is left. 
 For you've accomplished something in the 
 
 world, — 
 The idle froth of life has some foundation. 
 For what's the fuzz of soda when the taste 
 Is absent? 'T is not even worth the sipping, 
 Nor is a life of only idle froth. 
 
Verses 
 
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A CHILD'S PRAYER. 
 
 Lord Jesus, put Thy hand in mine, 
 And walk beside me on the way. 
 
 When Thou are with me, though 'tis night, 
 My thoughts are bright and clear as day. 
 
 Lord, teach me to unselfish be. 
 To freely give, and freely lend. 
 
 To shun the things that please thee not, 
 And be to all the world a friend. 
 
 Once, when Thou wert eclipsed from me, 
 Because I had been doing wrong, 
 
 I could not sleep a whole night dark — 
 The hours and minutes seemed so long. 
 
 But when I fell upon my knees 
 And begged Thee freely to forgive, 
 
 I felt refreshed, for then I knew 
 
 That I with Thee once more did live. 
 
 When Thou art by me naught I fear. 
 Though on a dark and lonesome road. 
 
 For thou dost whisper words of peace 
 And ease my heart from many a load. 
 
 Thou wilt uphold me all the way, 
 
 For Thou art strong, and I am weak. 
 
 If I am good. Thou wilt be glad 
 To have me come Thy help to seek. 
 
 Teach me to be Thy loving child 
 
 And never to be led astray. 
 That I may lead some erring souls 
 
 Forever in the purest way. 
 
A BED OF LARKSPUR. 
 
 A bed of larkspur grew and grew beneath 
 
 the summer sun; 
 From each fair flower a pretty elf 
 Appeared one by one. 
 
 Susanne was passing by her bed, and 
 
 saying to herself, 
 "Its really growing nicely!" — when she 
 
 saw a tiny elf! 
 
 Another elf, another, then another elf she 
 
 saw. 
 Then from the other flowers appeared 
 Many, many more. 
 
 "Oh," cried Susanne, "What are you here 
 
 for, ugly little men? 
 Go straight inside and hide your faces, 
 Never come again!" 
 
 They laughed a laugh that echoed all the 
 
 larkspur bed among, 
 Then they all stopped, for near the bed 
 A sweet, soft song was sung. 
 
 Which louder grew, until it burst 
 
 In glory on the air. 
 
 Then there appeared from the rosebush 
 
 A queen of beauty rare — 
 
 It was Titania! 
 
THE HOUSE-PIXIE. 
 
 There's a pixie in this house, 
 But he's quiet as a mouse, 
 
 And he wouldn't hurt a body for the 
 world ; 
 But at night-time just take care — 
 In your dark room best beware 
 
 Of a Uttle gnome with hair and whiskers 
 curled ! 
 
 He's never where there's light 
 Even on the darkest night. 
 
 If a candle or a lamp burns in your room 
 You will never see the elf. 
 But when you are by yourself 
 
 And your room is just as black as any 
 tomb — 
 
 Then take care, good lass, take care, 
 Of this little gnome beware! 
 
 You had better shut your eyes and go to 
 sleep! 
 Then he never will seem near. 
 But there's very much to fear 
 
 Should you ever take the weest little 
 peep! 
 
 In the day-time on the stair. 
 Hold your dress up, and beware 
 
 Or he'll grab you from below and throw 
 you down; 
 You won't see him, but you'll fall. 
 Which will not be nice at all — 
 
 You will hardly thank the vicious little 
 clown. 
 
A FAIRY TALE. 
 
 When I was out and round about 
 Upon a summer day, 
 
 I chanced to see 
 
 Not far from me 
 A tiny, pretty fay. 
 
 "Alas," she said, "I'll soon be dead, 
 For Giant Brownie's near. 
 
 Since many an hour 
 
 I'm in his power — 
 He'll very soon appear!" 
 
 The Fay spoke right, for soon in sight 
 Appeared upon a tree 
 
 None other than 
 
 The Brownie man 
 And very brown was he! 
 
 "Beware, oh fay, don't run away. 
 There's danger for your soul! 
 
 And, human sir. 
 
 You shall not stir. 
 You've reached the Brownie's Goal!" 
 
 "Have I indeed?" said I, "Take heed, 
 You wicked little fellow!" 
 
 Then on the spot, 
 
 I Brownie shot — 
 He turned from brown to yellow. 
 
 From off the tree the dead Brownie 
 Fell; as he fell he crumbled. 
 
 Then he became 
 
 A leaf of Shame 
 As in the Fall it tumbled. 
 
SOME MORE REGRETS. 
 
 My cousin looks before she leaps — 
 
 I leap before I look. 
 Would it not be good for me 
 
 If I her warning took? 
 
 My cousin always counts her change 
 
 I plunge it in my purse ; 
 When I remember it to count, 
 
 Things change from bad to worse! 
 
 For I have there too little change! 
 
 Yet am too far away 
 To wish to walk back to the store — 
 
 I will, some other day. 
 
 About it soon I quite forget. 
 
 Two girl friends come to call. 
 I'll treat them all to sodas — 
 
 But there's not enough for all! 
 
 Oh what a bore! I've told them 
 I would treat; what shall I do? 
 
 Here is the store — so in we walk — 
 I order sodas two. 
 
 I go without my soda. 
 
 Which is always dear to me. 
 
 When we go out, we find the rain 
 Is pouring merrily! 
 
 We cannot take a street-car, 
 For we have not got the fare. 
 
 As we hurry home my friends 
 Scold me for going there. 
 
 So ends one day; I'd better hump 
 Unless I want to be a lump! 
 
A FAIRY VISION. 
 
 While strolling in the glen at night 
 I saw a very charming sight; 
 Some fairy children played around, 
 Hardly making any sound. 
 
 When they saw me, the fairy band 
 Said, **Why are you upon our land?" 
 "For fun to-night I left my bed. 
 To go to Fairyland," I said. 
 
 "We understand; but once you're here, 
 You will not get away, we fear! 
 For spying on us, we will take 
 You captive!" — I began to quake. 
 
 A Brownie from a tall dark tree 
 Winked his wicked eye at me, 
 And cocked his head, "Wilt have some wine 
 All fairy- made? 'T is very fine." 
 
 Now, when I was a younger child, 
 I always was most bad and wild, 
 So I said, "Yes," then winked my eye. 
 And quaffed it down in ecstasy. 
 
 When suddenly I felt a chill 
 
 Run through my veins — it made them 
 
 thrill. 
 Then a great heat, and then I slept. 
 When I awoke, I loudly wept. 
 
 For on a bank of pins I lay — 
 When all at once it moved away. 
 
It was a fairy porcupine, 
 
 On which the fays made me recline! 
 
 That Fairyland, I soon was taught. 
 Was not as charming as I thought. 
 I shivered, and I felt less vain; 
 But somehow I got home again. 
 
 This taught me never more to stray 
 From my dear home so far away. 
 
 THE DIAMOND FAY. 
 
 Have you ever heard of the Diamond Fay? 
 You can see her at any time of day 
 If the sun is shining upon the water; 
 She, and many a Neptune's daughter. 
 Are dancing together upon the waves — 
 There's a fairy on each that the vast sea 
 
 laves 
 When white tidal foam on the wave's top 
 
 floats, 
 That means there's a fleet of sea-fairies* 
 
 boats. 
 
OH, HAPPY LAMB! 
 
 Little lamb with fleece of wool, 
 Thou hast never gone to school; 
 In the meadows thou dost play. 
 With thy brothers all the day. 
 
 When the mists do gather round. 
 Thou art by thy mother found 
 Nestled soft against her wool, 
 When the grass with dew is cool. 
 
 Thou art happy, little lamb, 
 But I'd fain be whom I am; 
 Though thou knowest how to walk. 
 Thou can'st neither think nor talk. 
 
 I've a house to shelter me. 
 But a stable shelters thee, 
 When the winter's blast is cold, 
 And the year is growing old. 
 
 So I'd rather you should be 
 What you are, and I'll be me! 
 
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