And fix on it a steady view, The shadow of a babe you trace, A baby and a baby's face, And that it looks at you; Whene'er you look on it, 'tis plain The baby looks at you again. XXII. And some had sworn an oath that she Should be to public justice brought; And for the little infant's bones With spades they would have sought. Before their eyes began to stir ; The grass it shook upon the ground; But all do still aver The little babe is buried there, Beneath that hill of moss so fair. XXIII. I cannot tell how this may be, But plain it is, the thorn is bound With heavy tufts of moss, that strive And this I know, full many a time, When she was on the mountain high, By day, and in the silent night, When all the stars shone clear and bright, That I have heard her cry, "Oh misery! oh misery! "O woe is me! oh misery!" THE LAST OF THE FLOCK. In distant countries I have been, A healthy man, a man full grown, He saw me, and he turned aside, To wipe those briny tears away. I follow'd him, and said, “My friend “What ails you? wherefore weep you so ?" -“Shame on me, Sir! this lusty lamb, He makes my tears to flow. To-day I fetched him from the rock; He is the last of all my flock. When I was young, a single man, And after youthful follies ran, Though little given to care and thought, Yet, so it was, a ewe I bought; And other sheep from her I raised, As healthy sheep as you might see, And then I married, and was rich Of sheep I number'd a full score, Year after year my stock it grew, As sweet a flock as ever grazed! They throve, and we at home did thrive. -This lusty lamb of all my store Is all that is alive : And now I care not if we die, And perish all of poverty. Ten children, Sir! had I to feed, Hard labour in a time of need! My pride was tamed, and in our grief, They said I was a wealthy man; And it was fit that thence I took Whereof to buy us bread :" "Do this; how can we give to you," They cried," what to the poor is due ?" |