Low tapping at the bolted door, And thus, to gain their willing ear, A feeble voice was heard implore: "Cold blows the blast across the moor, The sleet drives hissing in the wind; Yon toilsome mountain lies before. 66 A dreary treeless waste behind. My eyes are weak and dim with age, "So faint I am, these tottering feet And drifting snows my tomb prepare. "Open your hospitable door, And shield me from the biting blast, Cold, cold it blows across the moor, 8 12 16 20 The weary moor that I have pass'd." 24 With hasty steps the farmer ran, And close beside the fire they place The poor half-frozen beggar man, With shaking limbs and pale blue face. 28 The little children flocking came, And chafed his frozen hands in theirs, A comfortable mess prepares. 32 Their kindness cheer'd his drooping soul, And slowly down his wrinkled cheek The big round tear was seen to roll, And told the thanks he could not speak. 36 The children then began to sigh, And all their merry chat was o'er, And yet they felt, they knew not why, 40 LUCY AIKIN. 3 THE TURKEY AND THE ANT. IN other men we faults can spy And blame the mote that dims their eye, Each little speck and blemish find, To our own stronger errors blind. 4 A turkey, tired of common food, Forsook the barn, and sought the wood, Behind her ran an infant train, Collecting here and there a grain. 8 "Come her, my birds," the mother cries, Behold the busy negro race,— See millions blacken all the place! 12 "Fear not, like me with freedom eat; B 16 "But greedy man on turkeys preys, "Ere you remark another's sin, Bid thy own conscience look within; 20 Where, twinkling in the dewy light, The skylark soars on high. And cheering to the traveller The gales that round him play, When faint and heavily he drags Along his noontide way. 4 8 And when beneath the unclouded sun Full wearily toils he, The flowing water makes to him A soothing melody. And when the evening light decays, And all is calm around, There is sweet music to his ear In the distant sheep-bell's sound. But oh! of all delightful sounds Of evening or of morn, The sweetest is the voice of love, R. SOUTHEY. 12 16 20 ANECDOTE OF A DOG. On his morning rounds the master He has comrades in his walk; Four dogs, each pair of different breed, Distinguished, two for scent, and two for speed. 8 See a hare before him started! Deep the river was, and crusted When lo! the ice, so thinly spread, 16 Breaks, and the greyhound, Dart, is overhead! 24 Better fate have Prince and Swallow, See them cleaving to the sport! Music has no heart to follow, Little Music, she stops short; She has neither wish nor heart, Hers is now another part; A loving creature she, and brave! She fondly strives her struggling friend to save. From the brink her paws she stretches, Him alone she sees and hears,— Making efforts with complainings; nor gives o'er W. WORDSWORTH. 32 40 THE BLIND MAN AND THE LAME ONE. ONE day a blind man chanced to meet A lame one limping in the street; The former hoped with fond delight, 4 The lame man cried, "Lend aid to thee? Thou hast good shoulders strong and broad. 8 And yet, methinks, to bear a load, If thou'lt resolve to bear me hence, The lame man, with his crutches rode What each would have accomplished ne'er. 122 16 |