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THE ARAB'S FAREWELL TO HIS STEED
My mother kissed me here;
My father pressed my hand-
But let that old oak stand!
Close as thy bark, old friend!
And still thy branches bend.
And, woodman, leave the spot;
Thy ax shall harm it not. GEORGE P. MORRIS.
1. Y beautiful! my beautiful! that standèst meekly by, With thy proudly arched and glossy neck, thy dark and
fiery eyeFret not to roam the desert now with all thy winged speed, I may not mount on thee again : thou’rt sold, my Ar’ab steed!
2. Fret not with that impatient hoof, snuff not the breezy wind, The farther that thou flièst now, so far am I behind. The stranger hath thy bridle-rein, thy master hath his gold : Fleet limbed and beautiful, farewell! thou’rt sold, my steed, thou’rt sold!
3. Farewell! those free untired limbs full many a mile must roam, To reach the chill and wintry sky which clouds the stranger's
home; Some other hand, less fond, must now thy corn and bread prepare, Thy silky mane, I braided once, must be another's care.
4. The morning sun shall dawn again, but never more with thee Shall I gallop through the desert paths where we were wont to be
Wont, (wủnt), used ; accustomed.
Evening shall darken on the earth, and o’er the sandy plain Some other steed, with slower step, shall bear me home again.
5. Yes! thou must go! the wild, free breeze, the brilliant sun and sky, Thy master's house, from all of these my exiled one must fly. Thy proud dark eye will grow less proud, thy step become less
fleet, And vainly shalt thou arch thy neck, thy master's hand to meet
6. Only in sleep shall I behold that dark eye glancing bright; Only in sleep shall hear again that step so firm and light; And when I raise my dreaming arm to check or cheer thy speed, Then must I, starting, wake to feel thou’rt sold, my Arab steed!
7. Ah, rudely then, unseen by me, some cruel hand Till foam-wreaths lie, like crested waves, along thy panting side; And the rich blood that's in the swells in thy indignant pain, Till careless eyes which rest on thee may count each starting vein.
8. Will they ill use thee? If I thought—but no, it can not beThou art so swift, yèt easy curbed, so gentle, yet so free. And yệt, if haply when thou’rt gone my lonely heart should yearn, Can the same hand which casts thee off command thee to return?
9. Return? Alas, my Ar'ab steed, what shall thy master do, When thou, who wert his all of joy, hast vanished from his view? When the dim distanco cheats mine eye, and through the găth
ering tears, Thy bright form for a moment like the false mirage' appears.
10. Slow and unmounted will I roam with weary foot alone, Where with fleet step and joyous bound thou oft hast borne me on; And sitting down by that green well, will pause and sadly think, 'Twas here he bowed his glossy neck, when last I saw him drink.
1 Mirage, (mè råz'), a deceptive elevated in the air, arising from an appearance, as an image of water unequal refraction in the lower porin sandy deserts, or of a village in a tion of the atmosphere, and causing desert, built on a lake, or of objects distant objects to be seen double.
THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS.
When last I saw him drink!-Away! the fevered dream is ö’er;
MRS. CAROLINE NORTON.
69. THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS.
OMEWHAT back from the village street
Stands the old-fashioned country-seat.
2. Half-way up the stairs it stands,
And points and beckons with its hands
3. By day its voice is low and light;
But in the silent dead of night,
| Antique, (an ték), ancient; old; of old fashion.
Por tico, a piazza, gallery, or covered walk.
Along the ceiling, along the floor,
4. Through days of sorrow and of mirth,
Through days of death and days of birth,
5. In that mansion used to be
Free-hearted Hospitality ::
ad That warning timepiece never ceased,
There youths and maidens dreaming strāyed ;
The bride came forth on her wedding night;
The dead lay in his shroud of snow;
3" Skeleton at the feast." It was ular change or succession.
customary among the Egyptians to 2 Hös'pi tăl’ itý, reception and seat a masked or vailed skeleton at entertainment of guests or strangers their feasts. without reward, or with kind and * Af flu ence, abundance of any generous liberality.
thing; wealth; plenty.
And in the hush that followed the prayer,
Some are married, some are dead;
Where all parting, pain, and care,
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.
may see him, if you are an early riser, setting off, at
peep of dawn, on a fishing expedition.” He winds through the dreary woods, yawning portentously,and stretching as if he were emulous of the height of the hickory-trees.
· Horologe, (hor oldj), an instru- ing, or attempt at some distance. ment indicating the time of day; a * Por těnt ous ly, ominously; timepiece of any kind.
showing that something is about to * Expedition, (eks' pe dish' un), happen. & sending forth or setting forth for * Em' ū loňs, very desirous or the performance of some important eager to imitate, equal, or excel object; a great enterprise, undertak- another.