This Oak, a giant and a sage, His neighbor thus addressed : Eight weary weeks, through rock and clay, The Frost hath wrought both night and day, Look up! and think, above your head What trouble, surely, will be bred; Down from yon cliff a fragment broke ; This ponderous block was caught by me, If breeze or bird to this rough steep For you and your green twigs decoy 20 30 40 To come and slumber in your bower; Both you and he, Heaven knows how soon! From me this friendly warning take.' The Broom began to doze, And thus to keep herself awake, Did gently interpose : 'My thanks for your discourse are due; Disasters, do the best we can, Who is not wise at all. For me, why should I wish to roam? This spot is my paternal home, It is my pleasant heritage; My father many a happy year Spread here his careless blossoms, here Attained a good old age. Even such as his may be my lot. What cause have I to haunt My heart with terrors? Am I not In truth a favored plant! 50 60 70 On me such bounty Summer pours, The butterfly, all green and gold, When grass is chill with rain or dew, 80 The love they to each other make, And the sweet joy which they partake; It is a joy to me.' 90 Her voice was blithe, her heart was light; The Broom might have pursued Her speech, until the stars of night Their journey had renewed; But in the branches of the oak Two ravens now began to croak And to her own green bower the breeze One night, my Children! from the north 100 At break of day I ventured forth, The storm had fallen upon the Oak, The little careless Broom was left THE SPARROW'S NEST. 1801.-1807. BEHOLD, within the leafy shade, The Sparrow's dwelling, which, hard by My sister Emmeline and I Together visited. She looked at it and seemed to fear it; A little Prattler among men. The Blessing of my later years Was with me when a boy : She gave me eyes, she gave me ears: 20 ALICE FELL; OR, POVERTY. 1802. — 1807. THE post-boy drove with fierce career, Was smitten with a startling sound. As if the wind blew many ways, I heard the sound and more and more; At length I to the boy called out; The boy then smacked his whip, and fast IO |