4. When the burden and the heat The tired one at his door. 5. Come to the sunset tree! 6. Yes, tuneful is the sound That dwells in whispering boughs; Welcome the freshness round, And the gale that fans our brows: 7. But rest more sweet and still 8. There shall no tempest blow, No scorching noon-tide heat; 9. So we lift our trusting eyes To the quiet of the skies, To the Sabbath of our God. THOMAS HOOD. Born 1798-Died 1845. I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. 1. I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, Nor brought too long a day: But now I often wish the night 2. I remember, I remember, The roses red and white; 3. I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing; And thought the air must rush as fresh My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow! 4. I remember, I remember, The fir-trees dark and high; To know I'm further off from heaven THOMAS MOORE. Born 1779-Died 1852. MY GARDEN. 1. I have a garden of my own, Shining with flowers of every hue; But I shall love it more with you; In summer-time at break of morn, And wake us with their busy hum 2. I have a fawn from Aden's land, On leafy buds and berries nurst; HARTLEY COLERIDGE. Born 1796-Died 1849. TO AN INFANT. 1. Fain would I dive to find my infant self 2. The prettiest speech-'tis in my mind engrained-- 3. Sweet babe, thou art not yet or good or bad, And pray thou may'st be good-because we love thee. CHARLES KINGSLEY. Born 1819-Died 1875. IN AN ALBUM. 1. My fairest child, I have no song to give you; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray; Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day : 2. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; THE KNIGHT'S LEAP. 1." So the foemen have fired the gate, men of mine; Then bring me a cup of the red Ahr wine— 2." And reach me my harness, and saddle my horse, He must take such a leap to-night perforce 3. "I have fought my fight, I have lived my life, From Trier to Coln1 there was never a knight 4." I have lived by the saddle for years twoscore; Why the old saddle-tree which has borne me of yore 5." So now to show bishop, and burgher, and priest, If they smoke the old falcon out of his nest, 6. He harnessed himself by the clear moonshine, And he drained such a cup of the red Ahr wine 7. He spurred the old horse, and he held him tight, Out over the cliff, out into the night, 1 Trier..Coln, cities in Rhenish Prussia. 8. They found him next morning below in the glen, A mass or a prayer now, good gentlemen, THE LOST DOLL. [The song sung to the water-babies by Mrs. Do-as-you-would-be-done-by.] 1. I once had a sweet little doll, dears, The prettiest doll in the world; Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears, But I lost my poor little doll, dears, And I cried for more than a week, dears, 2. I found my poor little doll, dears, As I played in the heath one day: WILLIAM ALLINGHAM. THE FAIRIES. 1. Up the airy mountain, And white owl's feather! |