For always there, as we did go To church, this tile fld let us through. And first of all the train he took To reach again the place of pride. But yesterday he guided siow His last white arms, and they stood still3 William Barnes. ((See page 114.) HANNAH BINDING SHOES. POOR lone Hannah, Sitting at the window, binding shoes! Sitting, stitching, in a mournful muse! Hannah's at the window, binding shoes. 1 winsome-attractive. 2 comely-good-looking, 3 and they stood still. Observe how the pathos culminates in this simple incident. 'I'm sorry that I spelt the word : Still memory to a grey-hair'd man He lives to learn, in life's hard school, Like her,—because they love him. John Greenleaf Whittier: born, 1807. An American poet, a Quaker, like Bernard Barton (see p. 54). Whittier spent his early years on his father's farm, but on coming of age adopted literature as a profession. As a poet Whittier is widely known and greatly admired. He has also been editor of several newspapers, and is the author of some volumes of prose essays. 1 THE TURNSTILE. AH! sad were we as we did pace The old church road, with downcast face, The while the bells, that moan'd so deep Above our child a-left asleep, Were now a-singing all alive With t'other bells to make the five. But up at one place we came by Doth shine by day and show by night. 1 throng-in Berkshire dialect drong, a narrow path. For always there, as we did go To church, this stile did let us through, And first of all the train he took His last white arms, and they stood still.3 William Barnes. [(See page 114.) HANNAH BINDING SHOES. POOR lone Hannah, Sitting at the window, binding shoes! Sitting, stitching, in a mournful muse ! Hannah's at the window, binding shoes. 1 winsome-attractive. 2 comely-good-looking. 3 and they stood still. Observe how the pathos culminates in this simple incident. Not a neighbour Passing nod or answer will refuse 'Is there from the fishers any news?' Hannah's at the window, binding shoes. Fair young Hannah Ben, the sunburnt fisher, gaily woos: For a willing heart and hand he sues.1 And the waves are laughing so! Hannah leaves her window and her shoes. May is passing: 'Mid the apple-boughs a pigeon coos. For the mild south-wester mischief brews. Hannah's at the window, binding shoes. 'Tis November, Now no tear her wasted cheek bedews; Not a sail returning will she lose,- Hannah's at the window, binding shoes. Twenty winters Bleach and tear the ragged shore she views. Never one has brought her any news. 1 sues-pleads, begs. 2 Marblehead a seaport on a rocky promontory, a few miles N. E. of Boston, North America. |