AFTER WORDSWORTH H ON WORDSWORTH E lived amidst th' untrodden ways A bard whom there was none to praise And very few to read. Behind a cloud his mystic sense, Deep hidden, who can spy? Bright as the night when not a star Is shining in the sky. Unread his works- his " Milk White Doe" With dust is dark and dim; It's still in Longmans' shop, and oh ! The difference to him. Anonymous. JACOB E dwelt among "Apartments let," HE A man, I thought, that none would get, A boulder, by a larger stone He lived unknown, and few could tell But he has got a wife — and O! The difference to me! Phabe Cary. FRAGMENT IN IMITATION OF TH HERE is a river clear and fair, The trees that grow upon the shore Old Daniel Dobson does not know But ever must be growing. The impulses of air and sky Have reared their stately heads so high, Fixed are their feet in solid earth For they have gained the river's brink, There's little Will, a five years' child — To look on eyes so fair and wild, He hath conversed with sun and shower, As fresh and gay as them. He loiters with the briar-rose,- And I have said, my little Will, A thing beyond the world's control- No human sorrow fearing. It were a blessed sight to see He'd be four times as tail as me, And live three times as long. Catherine M. Fanshawe. I JANE SMITH JOURNEYED, on a winter's day, No bird did sing upon the spray, I had a coach with horses four, Three white (though one was black), And on they went the common o'er, Nor swiftness did they lack. A little girl ran by the side, And she was pinched and thin. “Oh, please, sir, do give me a ride! I'm fetching mother's gin." "Enter my coach, sweet child," said I, "For you shall ride with me; And I will get you your supply The publican was stern and cold, I blotted out the score with tears, And though the past with surges wild The vision of that happy child Will leave my spirits never! Rudyard Kipling I ONLY SEVEN (A Pastoral Story after Wordsworth) MARVELLED why a simple child, And look as pale as Death. Adopting a parental tone, I ask'd her why she cried; The damsel answered with a groan, "I've got a pain inside! |