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“ Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in
Fresh water from the brook as clear as ever ran :
And twice in the day when the ground is wet with dew I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
“ Thy limbs will shortly be twice as stout as they are now, Then I'll yoke thee to my cart like a pony in the plough; My Playmate thou shalt be; and when the wind is cold Our hearth shall be thy bed, our house shall be thy fold.
“ It will not, will not rest !-poor Creature, can it be
“ Alas, the mountain tops that look so green and fair ! I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there; The little Brooks that seem all pastime and all play, When they are angry, roar like Lions for their prey,
“ Here thou need’st not dread the raven in the sky;
-As homeward through the lane I went with lazy feet,
Again, and once again did I repeat the song ; "Nay,” said I, “ more than half to the Damsel must
belong, For she looked with such a look, and she spake with such
That I almost received her heart into my own.”
Written in GERMANY,
On one of the coldest days of the Century.
I must apprise the Reader that the stoves in North Germany gene
rally have the impression of a galloping Horse upon them, this being part of the Brunswick Arms.
A fig for your languages, German and Norse!
Our earth is no doubt made of excellent stuff ;
Here's a Fly, a disconsolate creature, perhaps
Alas! how he fumbles about the domains
Which this comfortless oven environ !
He cannot find out in what track he must crawl,
Stock-still there he stands like a traveller bemazed;
See! his spindles sink under him, foot, leg and thigh;
No Brother, no Friend has he near him-while I
Yet, God is my witness, thou small helpless Thing!