TO MY DEAR FRIEND, MRS. ANNA THIS song to the flower of Flaxman's joy ; Away to sweet Felpham, for heaven is there, You stand in the village and look up to heaven; The bread of sweet thought and the wine of delight Feed the village of Felpham by day and by night; And at his own door the bless'd hermit does stand, Dispensing, unceasing, to all the wide land. THE PILGRIM. PHOBE dressed like beauty's queen, Jellicoe in faint pea-green, Sitting all beneath a grot, Where the little lambkins trot. Maidens dancing ;-lovers sporting; Happy people, who can be In happiness compared to ye? PROVERBS. A ROBIN Redbreast in a cage A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons A dog starved at his master's gate A game-cock clipped and armed for fight A horse misused upon the road He who shall hurt the little wren Weaves a bower in endless night. Repeats to thee thy mother's grief; The wild deer wandering here and there Becomes a babe in eternity; The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar, The bat that flits at close of eve The gnat that sings his summer's song The strongest poison ever known Nought can deform the human race H When gold and gems adorn the plough, The prince's robes and beggar's rags One mite wrung from the labourer's hands Shall that whole nation sell and buy ; He who mocks the infant's faith The babe is more than swaddling-bands Tools were made, and born were hands, Every farmer understands. The questioner who sits so sly He who replies to words of doubt The child's toys and the old man's reasons Every night and every morn We are led to believe a lie When we see with not through the eye, Which was born in a night to perish in a night |