CHRIST ENTERING JERUSALEM. OSANNA to the Son of David! Raise For Him prepare a Hosanna, best-beloved and noble Guest, Heirs of thy realm with thee. Who comes at last to We know no king but thee: rule thou o'er Hosanna! Let us sound it far and wide! | When, bending 'neath her heavy creel, A fishwife came by, Enter thou in and here abide, Thou Blessed of the Lord! Why standest thou without, why roamst abroad? poor And, turning from the toilsome road, Unto the door drew nigh. Hosanna! Make thy home with us for She laid her burden on the green ever! And spread its scaly store; Thou comest, Lord, and naught us from thy With trembling hands and pleading words love shall sever. She told them o'er and o'er. But lightly laughed the young guidwife: Bending beneath her load again, A weary sight to see, Right sorely sighed the poor fishwife, They are dear fish to me. "Our boat was oot ae fearfu' night; "I've been a wife for thirty years, A childless widow three; I maun buy them now to sell again : They are dear fish to me." The farmer's wife turned to the door; That then she scarce could speak? She thought upon her ain guidman, The woman's words had pierced her heart: "They are dear fish to me." "Come back," she cried, with quivering voice And pity's gathering tear; Come in, come in, my poor woman; "I kentna o' your aching heart, Your weary lot to dree; I'll ne'er forget your sad, sad words: Ay, let the happy-hearted learn The meed of honest toil, and think How much of manhood's wasted strength, What breaking hearts might swell the cry, "They are dear fish to me." WE E. L. ROBINSON. THE TEMPEST. E were crowded in the cabin; Not a soul would dare to sleep: It was midnight on the waters, And a storm was on the deep. 'Tis a fearful thing in winter To be shattered by the blast, And to hear the rattling trumpet Thunder, "Cut away the mast!" So we shuddered there in silence, For the stoutest held his breath While the hungry sea was roaring And the breakers talked with Death. As thus we sat in darkness, Each one busy in his prayers, We are lost!" the captain shouted As he staggered down the stairs, INNOCENT IMPOSTORS. HOW long must women wish in vain A constant love to find? No art can fickle man retain, Or fix a roving mind. Yet fondly we ourselves deceive, But oh, the torment to discern Down sank the bell with a gurgling sound; the rock Won't bless the abbot of Aberbrothok." Sir Ralph the Rover sailed away; So thick a haze o'erspreads the sky On the deck the Rover takes his stand; "Canst hear," said one, "the breakers' roar? For methinks we should be near the shore.""Now, where we are I cannot tell, But I wish I could hear the Inchcape bell." They hear no sound; the swell is strong; Though the wind hath fallen, they drift along, Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock: "O Death! it is the Inchcape Rock." Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair; He cursed himself in his despair; The waves rush in on every side; The ship is sinking beneath the tide. But even in his dying fear One dreadful sound could the Rover hear- ROBERT SOUTHEY. TO THE CUCKOO. HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove, Thou messenger of spring! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat What time the daisy decks the green Thy certain voice we hear: Delightful visitant, with thee I hail the time of flowers, The schoolboy, wandering through the wood Starts the new voice of spring to hear, What time the pea puts on the bloom Another spring to hail. |