LITTLE STREAMS. Blue eye'd grass, and green bur-reed; Arrow-head with eye of jet, And the water-violet; There the flowering rush you meet, Little streams, their voices cheery Flowing on from day to day— King-fisher and dragon-fly; Those bright things that have their dwelling Where the little streams are welling. Down in valleys green and lowly, 189 BALLAD. FROM THE GERMAN OF HERDER. AMONG green pleasant meadows, Of the Virgin and the Child. There oft on summer evenings, Oft sat his mother by him, "And now from highest heaven Thus spake his tender mother; BALLAD. Again the boy was playing; And earnestly said he, "O beautiful LORD JESUS, Come down and play with me. "I will find thee flowers the fairest, "O holy, holy mother, Put him down from off thy knee; For in these silent meadows There are none to play with me.' Thus spake the boy so lovely; That self same night she dreamed "And for the fruits and flowers Which thou hast brought to me, Rich blessings shall be given, A thousand-fold to thee. 191 "For in the fields of heaven Thou shalt roam with me at will, And of bright fruits celestial Shall have, dear child, thy fill.” Thus tenderly and kindly And thus it was accomplished; And thus he spoke in dying: The beautiful Child JESUS A-coming down to me; "And in his hand he beareth Bright flowers as white as snow, And red and juicy strawberries: Dear mother, let me go." He died-but that fond mother And she asked him not again! EPITAPH ON A HARE. 193 EPITAPH ON A HARE. HERE lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Old Tiney, surliest of his kind, Though duly from my hand he took He did it with a jealous look, And, when he could, would bite. His diet was of wheaten bread, Thistles, or lettuces instead, With sand to scour his maw. On twigs of hawthorn he regaled, And, when his juicy salads failed, Sliced carrot pleased him well. |