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121.—THE GOLDFINCH STARVED IN HIS
My drink the morning dew;
My strains for ever new.
And of a transient date ;
Soon pass’d the wiry grate.
And cure of every ill !
122.—THE PINE-APPLE AND THE BEE.
The pine-apples in triple row
Urg'd his attempt on ev'ry side,
123.—THE WIND IN A FROLIC. The wind one morning sprung up from sleep, Saying, “Now for a frolic! now for a leap! Now for a mad-cap galloping chase! I'll make a commotion in every place!” So it swept with a bustle right through a great
town, Cracking the signs and scattering down Shutters; and whisking, with merciless squalls, Old women's bonnets and gingerbread stalls. There never was heard a much lustier shout, As the apples and oranges trundled about ; And the urchins, that stand with their thievish eyes For ever on watch, ran off each with a prize.
 Pervious-giving passage.
Then away to the field it went, blustering and
humming, And the cattle all wondered whatever was coming; It pluck'd by the tails the grave, matronly cows, And toss'd the colts' manes all about their brows; Till, offended at such an unusual salute, They all turn'd their backs, and stood sulky and
So on it went, capering and playing its pranks,
Then it rush'd like a monster on cottage and farm,
their caps, To see if their poultry were free from mishaps; The turkeys they gobbled, the geese screamed
aloud, And the hens crept to roost in a terrified crowd;
There was rearing of ladders, and logs laying on, Where the thatch from the roof threatened soon
to be gone.
But the wind had swept on, and had met in a lane With a schoolboy, who panted and struggled in
vain ; For it tossed him, and twirled him, then passed,
and he stood, With his hat in a pool and his shoes in the mud.
Then away went the wind in its holiday glee,
124.—THE COMPLAINTS OF THE POOR. “And wherefore do the poor complain ?" .
The rich man asked of me;-
“And I will answer thee.”
'Twas evening, and the frozen streets
Were cheerless to behold;
And vet we were a-cold.
We met an old, bare-headed man,
His locks were few and white ; I asked him what he did abroad
In that cold winter's night?
'Twas bitter keen, indeed, he said,
But at home no fire had he, And therefore he had come abroad
To ask for charity.
We met a young barefooted child,
And she begged loud and bold; I asked her what she did abroad
When the wind it blew so cold ?
She said her father was at home,
And he lay sick in bed ;
Abroad to beg for bread.
We saw a woman sitting down
Upon a stone to rest; She had a baby at her back
And another at her breast.
I asked her why she loitered there,
When the wind it was so chill ? She turned her head, and bade the child
That screamed behind, be still.
She told us that her husband served,
A soldier, far away ;
Was begging back her way.