OWD PINDER Own Pinder were a rackless foo, “Eawr Matty 's very fresh an' yung For th' lass is fond o' childer; An' lev her wick beheend me. Samuel Laycock (LANCASHIRE) God bless thee, love, aw 'm fain tha 'rt come, Tha 'rt loike thi mother to a tee, Come, come, tha need n't look so shy, An' tak this haup'ney for thisel', Dead oak! thou livest. Thy smitten hands, Beneath the shadow of thy name, A POET'S EPITAPH STOP, mortal! Here thy brother lies His books were rivers, woods, and skies, His teachers were the torn heart's wail, The street, the factory, the jail, The palace and the grave. Sin met thy brother everywhere! And is thy brother blam'd? The meanest thing, earth's feeblest worm, The equal of the great, He bless'd the steward, whose wealth makes A hand to do, a bead to plan, A heart to feel and dare Tell man's worst foes, here lies the man Who drew them as they are. THE BUILDERS SPRING, summer, autumn, winter, Winds blow, suns set, and morning saith, "Ye hills, put on your gold." The song of Homer liveth, Dead Solon is not dead; But Babylon and Memphis Are letters traced in dust : Read them, earth's tyrants! ponder well The might in which ye trust! They rose, while all the depths of guilt Truth, mercy, knowledge, justice, "And, lo! the universal air Seem'd lit with ghastly flame ; Ten thousand thousand dreadful eyes Were looking down in blame : I took the dead man by his hand, And call'd upon his name! "Oh, God! it made me quake to see "My head was like an ardent coal, My heart as solid ice ; My wretched, wretched soul, I knew, Was at the Devil's price; A dozen times I groan'd: the dead Had never groan'd but twice. "And now, from forth the frowning sky, From the Heaven's topmost height, I heard a voice the awful voice I took the dreary body up, "Down went the corse with hollow plunge And wash'd my forehead cool, And sat among the urchins young, That evening in the school. "Oh, Heaven! to think of their white souls, And mine so black and grim! I could not share in childish prayer "And peace went with them, one and all, And drew my midnight curtains round, |