86 FULFILMENT. But perhaps I shall meet thee and know thee again JEAN INGELOW. FULFILMENT. WAKING in May, the peach-tree thought: I, with my Master's work to do!" Started the buds. The blossoms came Busy and blithe. She drank the dew, Now see the peach-tree's drooping head, MARY ELIZAbeth Dodge. BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND. BLOW, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. Then, heigh ho! the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot; Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not. Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly: This life is most jolly. SHAKESPEARE. AN orphan boy, with weary feet, On Christmas Eve, alone, benighted, Went through the town from street to street, To see the clustering candles lighted In homes where happy children meet. He wept; he clasped his hands and cried: 66 Ah, every child to-night rejoices; Their Christmas presents all divide, Around their trees, with merry voices; But Christmas is to me denied. "Once with my sister, hand in hand, At home, how did my tree delight me! No other tapers shone so grand; But all forget me, none invite me, Here, lonely, in the stranger's land. "Will no one let me in, to share The light, to take some corner nigh it? In all these houses can't they spare A spot where I may sit in quiet- 80 THE ORPHAN'S CHRISTMAS-TREE. "Will no one let me in to-night? And hear the thanks of others spoken, He knocked at every door and gate; Or came, the "Welcome in! to utter: Their ears were dull to outer fate. Each father looked with eyes that smiled, To think of them: none saw the lonely "O Christ-child, holy, kind, and dear! Be thou my help, there is none other, The poor boy rubbed his hands so blue, And crouched within a corner stilly, |