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The dappled  herd of grazing deer,
That sought the shades by day,
And gave the stranger way.
Came o'er her troubled mind;
Come patting close behind.
Upon the gloomy plain;
She heard the same again.
For where the path was bare,
She mutter'd many a prayer.
She tried what sight could do ; When, through the cheating glooms of night,
A MONSTER stood in view.
It followed down the plain ;
And said her prayers again.
The white park-gate in view;
That ghost and all passed through.
Loud fell the gate against the post,
Her beart-strings like to crack ;
Would leap upon her back.
As it had done before,
She fainted at the door.
Out came her daughter dear ;
Of what they had to fear. The candle’s gleam pierced through the night
Some short space o'er the green, And there the little trotting sprite
Distinctly might be seen. An ass's foal had lost its dam
Within the spacious park ; And, simple as a playful lamb,
Had followed in the dark. No goblin he; no imp of sin ;
No crimes had ever known ; They took the shaggy stranger in,
And reared him as their own.
Upon the cottage floor ;
That frightened her before.
A favourite the ghost became,
And 'twas his fate to thrive;
And kept the joke alive.
For many a laugh went through the vale,
And some conviction too-
42.—THE CAPTIVE SQUIRREL'S PETITION,
ADDRESSED TO THE LITTLE GIRL WHO KEPT HIM. Ah! little maiden, do you love in the summer
woods to rove, When the gay lark's song is in the cloud, the
blackbird's in the grove? When the cowslip hangs her golden bells like
jewels in the grass, And each cup sends forth a tender sound as your
bounding footsteps pass? When the dew is on the willow-leaf and the sun
looks o'er the hill, And Nature's loveliness with joy your inmost soul
can thrill? If song of birds and summer flowers e'er filled
your heart with glee, Oh, think upon my hapless fate, and set your
A native of the dark-green woods, my home is far
away, Where gaily, ’mid the giant oaks, my bright-eyed
offspring play; Their couch is lined with softest moss, within an
aged tree, The wind that sweeps the forest bough is not
more blithe than we; And oft beneath our nimble feet the old sear 
branches shake, As lightly through the beechen groves our merry
way we take; The boundless forest was my home-how hard my
fate must be, Confined within this narrow cage-oh! set your
captive free! Oh! if you love the pleasant woods, when silence
reigns around, When the mighty shadows calmly. sleep, like
giants on the ground; When the glow-worm sports her fairy lamp beside
the moonlit stream, And the lofty trees in solemn state frown darkly
in the beam; When the blossomed thorn flings out its sweets,
and the minstrel nightingale Pours forth his lay, and echo tells to distant hills
the tale; And the soft mist hangs a crown of gems on every
bush and tree; Oh! if you love the beauteous sight, then set
your captive free!
 Sear-dry and withered,
Oh! think how hard your lot would be, in this
dark room confined, Without a single friend to cheer the anguish of
your mind; Severed from every kindred tie, and left alone to
weep O'er perished joys, when every eye is closed in
tranquil sleep! The glorious sunbeams to your heart no cheering
light would bring, But heaviness and gloom would rest on every
pleasant thing : If freedom to your soul is dear, have pity then on
me, Unbar the narrow cage, and set your hapless prisoner free!
43.-LAMBS AT PLAY. Say, ye that know, ye who have felt and seen Spring's morning smiles, and soul-enlivening green, Say, did you give the thrilling transport way? Did your eye brighten, when young lambs, at play, Leap'd o'er your path with animated pride, Or gazed in merry clusters by your side? Ye who can smile- to wisdom no disgraceAt the arch meaning of a kitten's face; If spotless innocence, and infant mirth, Excites to praise or gives reflection birth; In shades like these pursue your favourite joy, 'Midst Nature's revels, sports that never cloy.