SEVEN TIMES FOUR. MATERNITY. EIGH ho! daisies and buttercups, When the wind wakes how they rock in the grasses, And dance with the cuckoo-buds slender and small! Here's two bonny boys, and here's mother's own lasses, Eager to gather them all. Heigh ho! daisies and buttercups! Mother shall thread them a daisy chain; Sing them a song of the pretty hedge-sparrow, That loved her brown little ones, loved them full fain; Sing, "Heart, thou art wide though the house be but narrow" Sing once, and sing it again. Heigh ho! daisies and buttercups, Sweet wagging cowslips, they bend and they bow; A ship sails afar over warm ocean waters, And haply one musing doth stand at her prow. O bonny brown sons, and O sweet little daughters, Maybe he thinks on you now! Heigh ho! daisies and buttercups, Fair yellow daffodils, stately and tall A sunshiny world full of laughter and leisure, And fresh hearts unconscious of sorrow and thrall! Send down on their pleasure smiles passing its measure, God that is over us all! Jean Ingelow. THE BETTER LAND. HEAR thee speak of the better land, Mother! O where is that radiant shore? Shall we not seek it, and weep no more? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fire-flies glance through the myrtle boughs ?" "Not there, not there, my child!" "Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, "Is it far away, in some region old, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand?— Is it there, sweet mother, that better land?" -“Not there, not there, my child!" "Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy! Felicia Hemans. Brass buttons or no, sailor, Anchor and crown or no! Sure his ship was the Jolly Briton""Speak low, woman, speak low!" "And why should I speak low, sailor, About my own boy, John? If I was loud as I am proud "How's my boy-my boy? What care I for the ship, sailor, I never was aboard her. Be she afloat, or be she aground, Sinking or swimming, I'll be bound, I 66 Her owners can afford her! say, how's my John?"— Every man on board went down, Every man aboard her." "How's my boy-my boy? What care I for the men, sailor? |