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With joy she picked the penny up,
The fairy penny good;
Went wandering from the wood.
“Now she has that,” said the brownies,
" Let flax be ever so dear, 'T will buy her clothes of the very best,
For many and many a year!"
“And go now," said the grandmother,
“Since falling is the dew, Go down unto the lonesome glen,
And milk the mother-ewe!'
All down into the lonesome glen,
Through copses thick and wild, Through moist rank grass, by trickling streams,
Went on the willing child.
And when she came to the lonesome glen,
She kept beside the burn,
Nor broke the lady-fern.
And while she milked the mother-ewe
Within this lonesome glen, She wished that little Amy
Were strong and well again.
And soon as she had thought this thought,
She heard a coming sound, As if a thousand fairy-folk
Were gather ng all around.
MABEL ON MIDSUMMER DAY
And then she heard a little voice,
Shrill as the midge's wing,
Is here; yet mark this thing,
“The lady-fern is all unbroke,
The strawberry-flower unta’en!
From mischief can refrain ?"
“Give her a fairy cake!” said one;
6 Grant her a wish!" said three 6. The latest wish that she hath wished,"
Said all, “ whate'er it be !"
Kind Mabel heard the words they spake,
And from the lonesome glen
Went gladly back again.
Thus happened it to Mabel
On that midsummer day,
She took with her away.
"T is good to make all duty sweet,
To be alert and kind;
To have a willing mind.
6 METHINKS this world seems oddly made,
And everything amiss,"
And instanced it in this :
Behold,” quoth he, “that mighty thing,
A pumpkin large and round,
Nor bear it from the ground,
" While on this oak an acorn small,
So disproportioned, grows, That whosoe'er surveys this all, This universal casual ball,
Its ill contrivance knows.
“My better judgment would have hung
The pumpkin on the tree, And left the acorn slightly strung, 'Mong things that on the surface sprung,
And weak and feeble be."
No more the caviller could say,
No further faults descry;
Fell down upon his eye.
THE PIN, NEEDLE, AND SCISSORS,
The wounded part with tears ran o'er,
As punished for the sin;
Nor skull have kept them in.
THE PIN, NEEDLE, AND SCISSORS.- Mrs. Follen.
T'is true, although 't is sad to say,
had better let alone."
“ You are so cross, and sharp, and thin,"
Stop!” cried the Needle, “ you 're too much;
True," said the Pin, "I am abused,