O strife, O curse, that o'er it fall! 6. His dews drop mutely on the hill; Though on its slope men sow and reap: He giveth His beloved sleep. 7. Ay, men may wonder while they scan 8. For me, my heart, that erst did go That sees through tears the mummers leap, Who giveth His beloved sleep. 9. And, friends, dear friends, when it shall be And round my bier ye come to weep, Let one, most loving of you all, DEFINITIONS.-5. Dělv'ed, dug. 6. Müte'ly, silently. 7. Seăn, to examine with care. 8. Erst, formerly. Mum'mers, players who make diversion in disguise. 33. THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN. 1. Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, The young lambs are bleating in the meadows; They are weeping in the play-time of the others, 2. Alas, alas, the children! they are seeking Death in life as best to have. They are binding up their hearts away from breaking, Go out, children, from the mine and from the city, Leave us quiet in the dark of the coal-shadows, 3. "For oh," say the children, "we are weary, If we cared for any meadows, it were merely Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping; Through the coal-dark underground, 4. "For all day the wheels are droning, turning,— Till our hearts turn, our heads with pulses burning, Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling; And sometimes we could pray, "O ye wheels,'-breaking out in a mad moaning,— 'Stop! be silent for to-day!" 5. Ay! be silent! Let them hear each other breathing For a moment, mouth to mouth; Let them touch each other's hands in a fresh wreathing Of their tender human youth; Let them feel that this cold metallic motion Is not all the life God fashions or reveals; That they live in you, or under you, O wheels! Still all day the iron wheels go onward, Grinding life down from its mark; And the children's souls, which God is calling sunward, Spin on blindly in the dark. ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. DEFINITIONS.-2. Çēre'ment, cere- or waxed cloth anciently used in embalming. 4. Drōn ́ing, making a humming sound. 5. Wreath’ing, twining together. 34. THE CHILD OF EARTH. MRS. CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH NORTON was born in 1808; she was the granddaughter of Richard Brinsley Sheridan. In her seventeenth year she wrote the Sorrows of Rosalie, a pathetic poem descriptive of village life. In 1827 she was married to the Honorable George Chapple Norton; this marriage was dissolved in 1840. The Undying One, The Dream, and Other Poems, The Child of the Islands, and Stuart of Dunleith: A Romance, are some of her best-known works. A writer in the Quarterly Review speaks of her as the Byron of modern poetesses," and remarks that "she has much of the intense personal passion that distinguishes the poetry of Byron, but she is not an imitator: the similarity is merely a natural parallel." She died in 1877. 66 1. FAINTER her slow step falls from day to day : Death's hand is heavy on her darkening brow; Not while bright flowers around my footsteps wreathe. 2. The spring hath ripened into summer-time : The glorious sun hath reached its burning prime: Not while the murmur of the mountain-bee 3. Summer is gone, and autumn's soberer hues Tint the ripe fruits and gild the waving corn; Slant through the fading trees with ruddy gleam. Cooler the breezes play around my brow: I am content to die, but, oh, not now!" 4. The bleak wind whistles; snow-showers far and near My little brothers round the warm hearth crowd; Our home-fire blazes broad and bright and high, And the roof rings with voices light and loud. 5. The spring is come again, the joyful spring; Again the banks with clustering flowers are spread ; The wild bird dips upon its wanton wing: The child of earth is numbered with the dead. Thee never more the sunshine shall awake, Beaming all redly through the lattice-pane; |