THE HUMBLE-BEE RALPH WALDO EMERSON URLY, dozing, humble-bee, Where thou art is clime for me. Let them sail for Porto Rique, Far-off heats through seas to seek; I will follow thee alone, Thou animated torrid zone! Zigzag steerer, desert cheerer, Let me chase thy waving lines; Keep me nearer, me thy hearer, Singing over shrubs and vines. Hot midsummer's petted crone, Of Syrian peace, immortal leisure, Aught unsavoury or unclean, Grass with green flag half-mast high, Wiser far than human seer, Thou dost mock at fate and care, Leave the chaff, and take the wheat. FABLE RALPH WALDO EMERSON HE mountain and the squirrel THE Had a quarrel; And the former called the latter 'Little Prig.' Bun replied, You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, IN THE RHODORA RALPH WALDO EMERSON ON May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, Made the black water with their beauty gay; This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! I never thought to ask, I never knew : But, in my simple ignorance, suppose The self-same Power that brought me there brought you. B U THE BAREFOOT BOY JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER LESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace; Prince thou art - the grown-up man Only is republican. Let the million-dollared ride! Barefoot, trudging at his side, O for boyhood's painless play, Sleep that wakes in laughing day, Health that mocks the doctor's rules, Knowledge never learned of schools, |