O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, THE CHARCOAL MAN. J. T. TROWBRIDGE. THOUGH rudely blows the wintry blast, "Charco' charco'!" While echo faint and far replies, "Hark, O! hark, O!" The dust begrimes his ancient hat; His coat is darker far than that: 'Tis odd to see his sooty form All speckled with the feathery storm; Yet in his honest bosom lies Nor spot nor speck, though still he cries, "Charco' charco'!" Thus all the cold and wintry day Than many a richer man, I guess, And Martha from the door replies, "Charco'!"-" Mark, ho! - Such joy abounds When he has closed his daily rounds. The hearth is warm, the fire is bright; And, while his hand, wash'd clean and white, His glowing face bends fondly o'er And in a coaxing tone he cries, "Charco' charco'!" And baby with a laugh replies,"Ah, go! ah, go!" "Charco'!". "Ah, go! - while at the sounds The mother's heart with gladness bounds. Then honour'd be the charcoal man! Though dusky as an African, 'Tis not for you, that chance to be A little better clad than he, 1 How sweet the chime of Sabbath bells! Each one its creed in music tells, "In deeds of love excel - excel," "O, heed the ancient landmarks well,” 66 "O swell, ye purifying waters, swell," In mellow tones rang out a bell; 66 Though faith alone in Christ can save, "Not faith alone, but works as well, do well," Peal'd forth the Unitarian bell. "Farewell! farewell! base world, farewell," Come here, and learn the way to God: Peal'd out the Presbyterian bell. "In after life there is no Hell!" "To all the truth we tell we tell," Repent! believe! have faith! and then Shouted the Methodistic bell. EVENING AT THE FARM. J. T. TROWBRIDGE. OVER the hill the farm-boy goes: In the poplar-tree above the spring The early dews are falling: Into the stone-heap darts the mink, Cheerily calling,- "Co', boss! co', boss! co'! co'! co'!" Further, further over the hill, Faintly calling, calling still, "Co', boss! co', boss! co'! co'!" Into the yard the farmer goes, With grateful heart, at the close of day: In the wagon-shed stand yoke and plough; The friendly sheep his welcome bleat, The pigs come grunting to his feet, The whinnying mare her master knows, When into the yard the farmer goes, His cattle calling, "Co', boss! co', boss! co'! co'! co'!" |