THE MAID OF THE MILL.
If still, with as fond and heartfelt love,
As thou once didst swear, I'm cherished,
Then nought of the rapture we used to prove
Is perished.
So take the woman so dear to thy breast!
In her young and innocent charms be blest,
For all are thine from henceforward!
BOTH.
Now, sun, sink to rest! Now, moon, arise!
Ye stars, be now shining, now darkling!
A star of love now gleams in the skies,
All sparkling!
As long as the fountain may spring and run,
So long will we two be blended in one,
Upon each other's bosoms!
THE WALKING BELL.
A child refused to go betimes
To church like other people;
He roamed abroad, when rang the chimes
On Sundays from the steeple.
His mother said: "Loud rings the bell,
Its voice ne'er think of scorning;
Unless thou wilt behave thee well,
'Twill fetch thee without warning."
The child then thought: "High over head
The bell is safe suspended—"
So to the fields he straightway sped
As if 'twas school-time ended.
