THE BLIND BOY AT PLAY. THE blind boy's been at play, mother, But when we found a starry flower, A tear came trembling down his cheek, We took him to the mill, mother, We asked him why he wept, mother, As fast as summer showers, "It is because I cannot see The sunshine and the flowers." Oh! that poor, sightless boy, mother, He taught me that I'm blest; For I can look with joy, mother, On all I love the best. And when I see the dancing stream, And daisies red and white, I kneel upon the meadow sod Eliza Cook. EMPLOYMENT. WHO'LL Come and play with me here under the tree? My sisters have left me alone; My sweet little sparrow, come hither to me, Oh no, little lady, I can't come indeed, I've got all my dear little young ones to feed, Pretty bee, do not buzz about over that flower, That sparrow won't come to play with me an hour, Oh, no, little lady, for do you not see, Those must work who will prosper and thrive; Stop! stop! little ant, do not run off so fast, I hope I shall find a companion at last; Oh, no, little lady, I can't stay with you, Have they, then, all some employment but me, Oh, then, like the ant, and sparrow, and bee, THE SHEPHERD BOY. "COME, little flock, 'tis time to leave the mountain; Thus down the vale the shepherd boy is singing, While to the fold he leads his snowy sheep; Homeward the rooks their weary flight are wingingAll nature's children prepare to sleep. Poor shepherd boy! the moss must be his pillow, Poor shepherd boy! the stars that shine above him THE HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN. JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, "To-morrow is our wedding-day, "My sister and my sister's child, He soon replied, "I do admire "I am a linendraper bold, As all the world doth know, Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, “That's well said; And, for that wine is dear, We will be furnished with our own, Which is both bright and clear. John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife; That though on pleasure she was bent, The morning came, the chaise was brought, But yet was not allowed To drive up to the door, lest folk So three doors off the chaise was stay'd, Six precious souls, and all agog To dash through thick and thin. Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, John Gilpin at his horse's side For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he, When turning round his head, he saw So down he came; for loss of time, 'Twas long before the customers When Betty, screaming, came down stairs, "The wine is left behind!" |