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Joy to Philip, he this day
Climb a tree, or scale a wall,
LADY MOON. — Milnes.
LADY Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving ?
Over the sea.
All who love me.
Resting to sleep?
Wishing to weep?
You are too bold;
And do as I 'm told.
Over the sea. Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving?
All who love me.
O, hush, my little baby brother ;
Sleep, my love, upon my knee ; What though, dear child, we've lost our mother,
That can never trouble thee.
You are but ten weeks old to-morrow;
What can you know of our loss ? The house is full enough of sorrow,
Little baby, do n't be cross.
Peace, cry not so, my dearest love ;
Hush, my baby bird, lie still ; He's quiet now, he does not move;
Fast asleep is little Will.
My only solace, only joy,
Since the sad day I lost my mother, Is nursing her own Willy boy,
My little orphan brother.
ULYSSES' DOG. – Pope. When wise Ulysses, from his native coast Long kept by wars, and long by tempests tost, Arrived at last, poor, old, disguised, alone, To all his friends, and e’en his queen, unknown; Changed as he was with age, and toils, and cares, Furrowed his reverend face, and white his hairs ; In his own palace forced to ask his bread, Scorned by those slaves his former bounty fed,
Forgot of all his own domestic crew ;
THE COMPLAINTS OF THE POOR. - Southey.
“And wherefore do the poor complain?”
The rich man asked of me.
“And I will answer thee."
'T was evening, and the frozen streets
Were cheerless to behold,
And yet we were a-cold.
We met an old bareheaded man,
His locks were few and white;
In that cold winter's night.
'T was bitter keen, indeed, he said,
But at home no fire had he,
To ask for charity.
THE COMPLAINTS OF THE POOR.
We met a young, barefooted child,
And she begged loud and bold; I asked her what she did abroad
When the wind it blew so cold.
She said her father was at home,
And he lay sick abed;
Abroad to beg for bread.
We saw a woman sitting down
Upon a stone to rest;
And another at her breast.
I asked her why she loitered there,
When the night-wind was so chill ; She turned her head and bade the child,
That screamed behind, be still.
She told us that her husband served,
A soldier, far away,
Was begging back her way.
For silently stood he ;-
And these have answered thee.”