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They dart across my path, — but lo,
Each ready with a plaintive whine!
Said I, "Not half an hour ago

Your Mother has had alms of mine."

"That cannot be," one answered, “she is dead”:— I looked reproof, — they saw, — but neither hung

his head.

"She has been dead, Sir, many a day.”.

“Hush, boys! you 're telling me a lie ; It was your Mother, as I say!"

And, in the twinkling of an eye,

"Come! come!” cried one, and, without more ado, Off to some other play the joyous Vagrants flew !

1802.

XIX.

SEQUEL TO THE FOREGOING.

COMPOSED MANY YEARS AFTER.

WHERE are they now, those wanton Boys?
For whose free range the dædal earth
Was filled with animated toys,

And implements of frolic mirth;
With tools for ready wit to guide;
And ornaments of seemlier pride,

More fresh, more bright, than princes wear;

For what one moment flung aside,

Another could repair:

What good or evil have they seen
Since I their pastime witnessed here,
Their daring wiles, their sportive cheer?
I ask, — but all is dark between!

They met me in a genial hour,
When universal nature breathed
As with the breath of one sweet flower,
A time to overrule the power

Of discontent, and check the birth

Of thoughts with better thoughts at strife,
The most familiar bane of life

Since parting Innocence bequeathed
Mortality to Earth!

Soft clouds, the whitest of the year,

Sailed through the sky; the brooks ran clear;
The lambs from rock to rock were bounding;
With songs the budded groves resounding;
And to my heart are still endeared

The thoughts with which it then was cheered;
The faith which saw that gladsome pair
Walk through the fire with unsinged hair.
Or, if such faith must needs deceive,
Then, Spirits of beauty and of grace,
Associates in that eager chase,
Ye who within the blameless mind
Your favorite seat of empire find,-

Kind Spirits! may we not believe
That they, so happy and so fair
Through your sweet influence, and the care
Of pitying Heaven, at least were free
From touch of deadly injury?

Destined, whate'er their earthly doom,
For mercy and immortal bloom?

1817.

XX.

GYPSIES.

YET are they here, the same unbroken knot
Of human beings, in the selfsame spot!
Men, women, children, yea, the frame
Of the whole spectacle the same!

Only their fire seems bolder, yielding light,
Now deep and red, the coloring of night,
That on their Gypsy faces falls,

Their bed of straw and blanket-walls.

Twelve hours, twelve bounteous hours are gone,

while I

Have been a traveller under open sky,

Much witnessing of change and cheer,
Yet as I left I find them here!

The weary Sun betook himself to rest;
Then issued Vesper from the fulgent west,

Outshining like a visible God

The glorious path in which he trod.
And now, ascending, after one dark hour
And one night's diminution of her power,
Behold the mighty Moon! this way
She looks as if at them, — but they
Regard not her.- O better wrong and strife
(By nature transient) than this torpid life,-

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Life which the very stars reprove,

As on their silent tasks they move! Yet, witness all that stirs in heaven or earth! In scorn I speak not; they are what their birth And breeding suffer them to be;

Wild outcasts of society!

XXI.

RUTH.

WHEN Ruth was left half desolate,
Her Father took another Mate;
And Ruth, not seven years old,
A slighted child, at her own will
Went wandering over dale and hill,
In thoughtless freedom, bold.

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1807.

1445

And she had made a pipe of sZTEM,
And music from the pipe could draw
Like sounds of winds and foods ;
Had bulk a bower on the green,
As if the from her bird had been
An infans of the woods.

Beneath her father's roof sitne

She seemed to Eve: ber thoughts her own;

Herself her own delights:

Pleased with berself nor sad dar gay;

And, passing thus the liveling day,

She grew to woman's beight.

There came a Youth from Georgia's shore,—

A military casque he wore,

With splendid feathers drest;

He brought them from the Cherokees;

The feathers nodded in the breeze,

And made a gallant crest.

From Indian blood you deem him sprung:
But no! he spake the English tongue,

And bore a soldier's name;

And, when America was free

From battle and from jeopardy,

He 'cross the ocean came.

With hues of genius on his cheek,
In finest tones the Youth could speak:
While he was yet a boy,

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