51 Saddled and briddled and booted rade he; Toom hame cam' the saddle but never cam' he. THE ORPHAN'S SONG I HAD a little bird, I took it from the nest; I prest it, and blest it, And nurst it in my breast. I set it on the ground, With "Hey my little bird, and ho my little bird, I make a little feast Of food soft and sweet, And coax it to eat; I pit, and I pat, I call it this and that, And sing about it so cheerly, With "Hey my little bird, and ho my little bird, And ho but I love thee dearly!" I may kiss, I may sing, But I can't make it feed, It taketh no heed Of any pleasant thing. I scolded and I socked, But it minded not a whit, Tho' with pit, and with pat, And with this, and with that, I sang about it so cheerly, With "Hey my little bird, and ho my little bird, And ho but I love thee dearly!" But when the day was done, And the room was at rest, With my birdie in my breast, And the light had fled, And not a sound was heard, Lifted up its head, And the little mouth And it opened, it opened, With a yearning strong and wide. Swifter than I speak I brought it food once more, But the poor little beak Was locked as before. I sat down again, And not a creature stirred; I laid the little bird Again where it had laid; And again when nothing stirred, And not a word I said, Then my little bird Lifted up its head, And the little beak Loosed its stubborn pride, And it opened, it opened, With a yearning strong and wide. It lay in my breast, It uttered no cry, 'Twas famished, 'twas famished, And I couldn't tell why. I couldn't tell why, But I saw that it would die, For all that I kept dancing round and round, With "Hey my little bird, and ho my little bird, I never look sad, I hear what people say, My tears never start, But I think that my heart Every day I read, And I sing, and I play, It taketh no heed. It taketh no heed With my mouth I read, You may coax it how you may When the guests are gone away, And no more the music sweet Nor the dancing feet And I've heard my aunt And my uncle gaunt Lock his chamber door; And upon the stair All is hushed and still, Is silent in the square; And the nurses snore, And the dim sheets rise and fall, And the curtains of my bed And the clock ticks loud, And sounds are in my head; And little Lizzie sleeps Softly at my side, It opens, it opens, With a yearning strong and wide! It yearns in my breast, It utters no cry, 'Tis famished, 'tis famished, And I feel that I shall die, I feel that I shall die, And none will know why. Tho' the pleasant life is dancing round and round, And singing about me so cheerly, 52 With "Hey my little bird, and ho my little bird, SYDNEY DOBELL THE FIRST GRIEF "OH! call my brother back to me, I cannot play alone; The summer comes with flower and bee- "The butterfly is glancing bright I care not now to chase its flight— Oh! call my brother back. "The flowers run wild-the flowers we sowed Around our garden tree; Our vine is drooping with its load Oh! call him back to me." "He would not hear my voice, fair child! He may not come to thee; The face that once like spring-time smiled "A rose's brief, bright life of joy, Go-thou must play alone, my boy- "And has he left the birds and flowers, And must I call in vain; And through the long, long summer hours, "And by the brook, and in the glade, Are all our wanderings o'er? |