Bells and Pomegranates.
To follow the player; then, what makes
The crickets elate
Till for boldness they fight one another:
And then, what has weight
To set the quick jerboa a-musing
Outside his sand house
—There are none such as he for a wonder—
Half bird and half mouse!
—God made all the creatures and gave them
Our love and our fear,
To show, we and they are his children,
One family here.
The crickets elate
Till for boldness they fight one another:
And then, what has weight
To set the quick jerboa a-musing
Outside his sand house
—There are none such as he for a wonder—
Half bird and half mouse!
—God made all the creatures and gave them
Our love and our fear,
To show, we and they are his children,
One family here.
Then I played the help-tune of our Reapers,
Their wine-song, when hand
Grasps hand, eye lights eye in good friendship,
And great hearts expand,
And grow one in the sense of this world's life;
And then, the low song
When the dead man is praised on his journey—
"Bear, bear him along
"With his few faults shut up like dead flowrets;
"Are balm-seeds not here
"To console us? The land has got none such
"As he on the bier
"Oh, would we might keep thee, my brother!"
And then, the glad chaunt
Of the marriage,—first go the young maidens—
Next, she whom we vaunt
As the beauty, the pride of our dwelling:
And then, the great march
When man runs to man to assist him
Their wine-song, when hand
Grasps hand, eye lights eye in good friendship,
And great hearts expand,
And grow one in the sense of this world's life;
And then, the low song
When the dead man is praised on his journey—
"Bear, bear him along
"With his few faults shut up like dead flowrets;
"Are balm-seeds not here
"To console us? The land has got none such
"As he on the bier
"Oh, would we might keep thee, my brother!"
And then, the glad chaunt
Of the marriage,—first go the young maidens—
Next, she whom we vaunt
As the beauty, the pride of our dwelling:
And then, the great march
When man runs to man to assist him
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