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Hunger, and cold, and weariness, these are a frightful three;
A little lamb that rested with the children 'neath the tree,
That father, with a downcast eye, upon his threshold stood, Gaunt poverty each pleasant thought had in his heart subdued. “ What is the creature's life to us ? ” said he: “'t will buy us food.
“Ay, though the children weep all day, and with down-drooping
head Each does his small task mournfully, the hungry must be fed; And that which has a price to bring must go to buy us bread.” It went. Oh! parting has a pang the hardest heart to wring, But the tender soul of a little child with fervent love doth cling, With love that hath no feignings false, unto each gentle thing. Therefore most sorrowful it was those children small to see, Most sorrowful to hear them plead for the lamb so piteously: “Oh! mother dear, it loveth us; and what beside have we?" "Let's take him to the broad green hill!” in his impotent despair Said one strong boy: "let's take him off, the hills are wide and
I know a little hiding place, and we will keep him there."
Ob vain! They took the little lamb, and straightway tied him
down, With a strong cord they tied him fast; and o'er the common brown, And o'er the hot and flinty roads, they took him to the town. The little children through that day, and throughout all the morrow, From everything about the house a mournful thought did borrow; The very bread they had to eat was food unto their sorrow.
Oh! poverty is a weary thing, 't is full of grief and pain; It keepeth down the soul of man, as with an iron chain; It maketh even the little child with heavy sighs complain.
THE FAIRIES OF THE CALDON Low.
A MIDSUMMER LEGEND.
“And where have you been, my Mary,
And where have you been from me ?”
The midsummer-night to see!”
All up on the Caldon Low ?”
And I saw the merry winds blow.”
All up on the Caldon Hill ? "
And the ears of the green corn fill.”
« Oh! tell me all, my Mary,
All, all that ever you know;
Last night, on the Caldon Low."
u Then take me on your knee, mother;
And listen, mother of mine.
And the harpers they were nine.
To their dancing feet so small;
Were merrier far than all."
“ And what were the words, my Mary,
heard them say ?” “I'll you all, my mother;
But let me have my way.
“Some of them played with the water,
And rolled it down the hill;
The poor old miller's mill:
" " For there has been no water
Ever since the first of May;
At dawning of the day.
When he sees the mill-dam rise !
Till the tears fill both his eyes!'
That sounded over the hill ;
And blew both loud and shrill:
Away from every horn;
From the blind, old widow's corn.
Though she has been blind so long,
Anu the corn stands tali and strong.'
And flung it down from the Low;
In the weaver's croft shall grow.
u « Oh ! the poor, lame weaver,
How will he laugh outright
All full of flowers by night!'
“And then outspoke a brownie,
With a long beard on his chin;
And I want some more to spin.
""I've spun a piece of hempen cloth,
And I want to spin another;
And an apron for her mother.'
And I laughed out loud and free;
There was no one left but me.
“ And all on the top of the Caldon Low
The mists were cold and gray, And nothing I saw but the mossy stones
That round about me lay.
“But, coming down from the hill-top,
I heard afar below,
And how the wheel did go.
“And I peeped into the widow's field,
And, sure enough, were seen
All standing stout and green.
“And down by the weaver's croft I stole,
To see if the flax were sprung; But I met the weaver at his gate,
With the good news on his tongue.
“Now, this is all I heard, mother,
And all that I did see;
For I'm tired as I can be."