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O yet, if Nature's evil star
Ďrive men in manhood, as in youth,
To follow flying steps of Truth Across the brazen bridge of war
If New and Old, disastrous feud,
Must ever shock, like armed foes,
And this be true, till Time shall close, That Principles are rained in blood;
Not yet the wise of heart would cease
To hold his hope through shame and guilt.
But with his hand against the hilt, Would pace the troubled land, like Peace;
Not less, though dogs of Faction bay,
Would serve his kind in deed and word,
Certain, if knowledge bring the sword, That knowledge takes the sword away
Would love the gleams of good that broke
From either side, nor veil his eyes:
And if some dreadful need should rise, Would strike, and firmly, and one stroke:
To-morrow yet would reap to-day,
As we bear blossom of the dead;
Earn well the thrifty months, nor wed Raw Haste, half-sister to Delay.
I KNEW an old wife lean and poor,
Her rags scarce held together; There strode a stranger to the door,
And it was windy weather.
He held a goose upon his arm,
He uttered rhyme and reason,
She caught the white goose by the leg,
A goose—'twas no great matter. The goose let fall a golden egg
With cackle and with clatter.
She dropt the goose, and caught the pelf,
And ran to tell her neighbors ;
And rested from her labors.
And feeding high, and living soft,
Grew plump and able-bodied;
The parson smirked and nodded.
So sitting, served by man and maid,
She felt her heart grow prouder: But ah! the more the white goose laid,
It clacked and cackled louder.
It cluttered here, it chuckled there;
It stirred the old wife's mettle: She shifted in her elbow-chair,
And hurled the pan and kettle.
“A quinsy choke thy cursed note!"
Then waxed her anger stronger.
“Go, take the goose, and wring her throat,
I will not bear it longer.”
Then yelped the cur, and yawled the cat;
Ran Gaffer, stumbled Gammer.
And filled the house with clamor.
As head and heels upon the floor
They floundered all together, There strode a stranger to the door,
And it was windy weather:
He took the goose upon his arm,
He uttered words of scorning; “ So keep you cold, or keep you warm,
It is a stormy morning.”
The wild wind rang from park and plain,
And round the attics rumbled, Till all the tables danced again,
And half the chimneys tumbled.
The glass blew in, the fire blew out,
The blast was hard and harder. Her cap blew off, her gown blew up,
And a whirlwind cleared the larder;
And while on all sides breaking loose
Her household fled the danger, Quoth she, “ The Devil take the
goose, And God forget the stranger!
Ar Francis Allen's on the Christmas-eve,
And I," quoth Everard,“ by the wassail-bowl.”
" he burnt His epic of King Arthur, some twelve books”. And then to me demanding why ? “O, sir, He thought that nothing new was said, or else Something so said 'twas nothing—that a truth Looks freshest in the fashion of the day: God knows: he has a mint of reasons: ask. It pleased me well enough.” Nay, nay,” said Hall, Why take the style of those heroic times ?
For nature brings not back the Mastodon,
So all day long the noise of battle rolled
Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere: