Old Mother, receive this corn,

The seed of six thousand golden sires; All these on thy kindly breast were borne ; One more thy poor child requires.

Fall gently and still, &c.

Now steady and sure again,

And measure of stroke and step we keep, Thus up and thus down we cast our grain; Sow well, and you gladly reap. Fall gently and still, &c.

TO-DAY.

Lo! here hath been dawning
Another blue Day;
Think wilt thou let it
Slip useless away.

Out of Eternity

This new Day is born;

Into Eternity,

At night, will return.

Behold it afore time

No eye ever did;

So soon it forever

From all eyes is hid.

Here hath been dawning
Another blue Day;

Think wilt thou let it

Slip useless away.