But freely own that it was wrong When you are right, and know you are? But wait, or modestly explain, 20 For some body that's younger still? 30 Can you keep down the wicked thought, 40 Ask all these questions of your heart, And make it act an honest part; And when they've each been fairly tried, I think you'll own that you have pride. 45 Then you're too proud to own your pride. JANE TAYLOR. THE SWAIN AND THE RAINBOW. ONE evening, as a simple swain His flock attended on the plain, This bumpkin had, it seems, been told Which, fame reports, is to be found Just where the Rainbow meets the ground: To seize the goblet, and be rich; No more to toil through wind and rain, 'Midst ease and plenty, like a squire. He marked the very spot of land 5 IO 15 On which the Rainbow seemed to stand, And, stepping forward at his leisure, At last, through many a bog and lake, WILLIAM Wilkie. 20 25 30 THE CRICKET. LITTLE inmate, full of mirth, Thus thy praise shall be exprest, Every dish, and spoil the best, Frisking thus before the fire, Thou hast all thine heart's desire. Though in voice and shape they be Neither night nor dawn of day W. COWPER. 8 16 24 LAMBS AT PLAY. EACH seems to say, "Come, let us try our speed; R. BLOOMFIELD. THE MIGRATION OF THE GREY SQUIRRELS. WHEN in my youth I travelled, And many a strange thing see. I sat with small men in their huts, ΙΟ 4 No fire had we but the seal-oil lamp, 8 For, far and wide the plains were lost For months in the winter dark; And we heard the growl of the hungry bear, And the blue fox's bark. 12 The beaver built his palaces; And where the ermine ran. And came where sailed the lonely swans, 20 And the shy elk grazed up the mossy hills, 24 And the frosty plains like diamonds shone, There were hundreds, that in the hollow bolls And laid up store hard-by their door, Of the sweet mast as it fell. 40 But soon the hungry wild swine came Their buried treasure, and left them not 44 |