AND THE SQUIRREL. The squirrel had on when he first awoke All the clothing at his command; 45 And his breakfast was light, for he first took a bite Of an acorn that lay at hand; And then he was off to the trees to work ;- The sparkling frost, when they first go out, And earth and grass, as they onward pass, "Oh! there is a heap of chestnuts! see!" Cried the youngest of the train; For they came to a stone where the squirrel had thrown What he meant to pick up again! His two bright eyes, from the tree o'erhead, Look'd down at the open bag Where the nuts went in ;-and so to begin Almost made his courage flag. Away on the hill, outside the wood, And the chestnuts bright that hang in sight Are eyed by the youthful band. Then one of their number climbs the tree, Some of the burrs are still shut tight; Oh! who can tell what joy it was Or feel what a whack on head or back To run beneath the shaking tree And with laughing shout to dance about THE HEART. With flowing dresses and blowing hair, 47 Like the growing light of a morning bright,— The work was ended;-the trees were stripp'd; ᎢᎻᎬ ᎻᎬᎪᎡᎢ. THE heart-the heart! oh, let it be Oh! keep it not like miser's gold, The heart-the heart that's truly blest Is never all its own; No ray of glory lights the breast That beats for self alone. The heart-the heart! oh, let it spare A sigh for others' pain; The breath that soothes a brother's care Is never spent in vain. And though it throb at gentlest touch, Or Sorrow's faintest call, 'Twere better it should ache too much Than never ache at all. The heart-the heart that's truly blest Is never all its own; No ray of glory lights the breast That beats for self alone. ELIZA COOK. THE CAMEL. CAMEL, thou art good and mild, Thou dost clothe him; thou dost feed; THE CAMEL. Where no rock its shadow throws; When the red Simoom comes near, F 49 |