Drag home the stingy harvest, and no more "What! would you rather see the incessant stir "You call them thieves and pillagers; but know, Renders good service as your man at arms, 135 140 145 150 Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail, "How can I teach your children gentleness, And mercy to the weak, and reverence For Life, which, in its weakness or excess, Is still a gleam of God's omnipotence, 155 Or Death, which, seeming darkness, is no less 160 1 Insidious, secret, wily. With this he closed; and through the audience went A murmur, like the rustle of dead leaves; The farmers laughed and nodded, and some bent Their yellow heads together like their sheaves; 165 Men have no faith in fine-spun sentiment 170 Who put their trust in bullocks and in beeves. The birds were doomed; and, as the record shows, A bounty offered for the heads of crows. There was another audience out of reach, Who had no voice nor vote in making laws, But in the papers read his little speech, And crowned his modest temples with applause.. They made him conscious, each one more than each, He still was victor, vanquished in their cause. 175 Sweetest of all the applause he won from thee, O fair Almira, at the Academy! 180 And so the dreadful massacre began; O'er fields and orchards, and o'er woodland crests, The ceaseless fusillade 1 of terror ran. Dead fell the birds, with bloodstains on their breasts, Or wounded crept away from sight of man, While the young died of famine in their nests; 1 Fusillade, many shots together. 2 St. Bartholomew, from a certain "St. Bartholomew's Day," when many people were put to death in France. The summer came, and all the birds were dead; Hosts of devouring insects crawled, and found Devoured by worms, like Herod,2 was the town, Slaughtered the Innocents. From the trees spun down The cankerworms upon the passers by, Upon each woman's bonnet, shawl, and gown, Who shook them off with just a little cry; They were the terror of each favorite walk, The endless theme of all the village talk. The farmers grew impatient, but a few Confessed their error, and would not complain, For, after all, the best thing one can do Then they repealed the law, although they knew 1 Myriads, tens of thousands. 2 Herod, the king of the Jews in the time of Jesus. 185 190 195 200 205 210 That year in Killingworth, the autumn came The wonder of the falling tongues of flame, The illumined pages of his Dooms-Day Book.1 A few lost leaves blushed crimson with their shame, And drowned themselves despairing in the brook, 215 While the wild wind went moaning everywhere, Lamenting the dead children of the air. But the next spring a stranger sight was seen, Upon whose boughs were wicker cages hung, From all the country round these birds were 225 brought, 230 By order of the town, with anxious quest, Were satires to the authorities addressed. 1 Dooms-Day Book, book of judgment. But blither still and louder caroled they And everywhere, around, above, below, H. W. LONGFELLOW. 235 240 QUESTIONS FOR STUDY Explain line 6; lines 11, 12; 96; 193–195; 204; 211, 212; 213, 214. Describe the Squire, lines 43-48; the Parson, lines 49-56; the Preceptor, lines 59-64; the Deacon, lines 65-72. How many of the birds named by the poet do you know? Are birds friends or foes of the farmer? Do you know of any exceptions? If you think you do, discuss them. What was the schoolmaster's main argument? Was this the argument that finally appealed to the farmers? Memorize lines 126-128. |