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The Soldier's Dream
Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd,
And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd,
The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
When reposing that night on my pallet of straw
By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet Vision I saw ;
And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array
Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track : 'Twas Autumn,--and sunshine arose on the way
To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back.
I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft
In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft,
And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore
From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kiss'd me a thousand times o'er,
And my wife sobb'd aloud in her fulness of heart.
‘Stay-stay with us !-rest ! thou art weary and worn !'.
And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay ;But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.
JOHN GILPIN was a citizen
Of credit and renown,
Of famous London town.
John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear,
Though wedded we have been
No holiday have seen.
And we will then repair
All in a chaise and pair.
My sister and my sister's child,
Myself, and children three,
On horseback after we.
He soon replied, -I do admire
Of womankind but one,
Therefore it shall be done.
I am a linendraper bold,
As all the world doth know,
Will lend his horse to go.
And for that wine is dear,
Which is both bright and clear.
John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife ;
O’erjoy'd was he to find
She had a frugal mind.
But yet was not allow'd
Should say that she was proud.
Where they did all get in,
To dash through thick and thin.
Smack went the whip, round went the wheels;
Were never folks so glad,
As if Cheapside were mad.
Seized fast the flowing mane, And
up he got in haste to ride,
His journey to begin,
Three customers come in.
So down he came, for loss of time
Although it grieved him sore,
Would trouble him much more.
'Twas long before the customers
Were suited to their mind,
The wine is left behind.
My leathern belt likewise
When I do exercise.
Now Mistress Gilpin, careful soul,
Had two stone bottles found, To hold the liquor that she loved,
And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear,
Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side
To make his balance true.
Then over all, that he might be
Equipp'd from top to toe,
He manfully did throw.
Now see him mounted once again
Upon his nimble steed,
With caution and good heed.
Beneath his well-shod feet,
Which galld him in his seat.
But John he cried in vain ;
In spite of curb and rein.
Who cannot sit upright,
And eke with all his might.
Had handled been before,
Did wonder more and more.
Away went hat and wig ;
Of running such a rig.
Like streamer long and gay,
At last it flew away.
The bottles he had slung ;
As hath been said or sung.
The dogs did bark, the children scream'd,
Up flew the windows all,
As loud as he could bawl.
Away went Gilpin--who but he ?
His fame soon spread around, He carries weight, he rides a race,
'Tis for a thousand pound.
And still as fast as he drew near,
'Twas wonderful to view How in a trice the turnpike-men
Their gates wide open threw.
And now as he went bowing down
His reeking head full low,
Were shatter'd at a blow.
Down ran the wine into the road
Most piteous to be seen,
As they had basted been.
With leathern girdle braced,
Still dangling at his waist. Thus all through merry Islington
These gambols he did play,
Of Edmonton so gay.
On both sides of the way,
Or a wild-goose at play.
From the balcony spied
To see how he did ride.
Stop, stop, John Gilpin !-Here's the house
They all at once did cry,
Said Gilpin-So am I !