THE IDLE SHEPHERD-BOYS, OR, DUNGEON-GILL FORCE*. A PASTORAL. I. The valley rings with mirth and joy; Among the hills the Echoes play A never never ending song To welcome in the May. The Magpie chatters with delight; * Gill in the dialect of Cumberland and Westmoreland is a short, and, for the most part, a steep narrow valley, with a stream running through it. Force is the word universally employed in these dialects for Waterfall. The mountain Raven's youngling Brood Have left the Mother and the Nest; And they go rambling east and west Or through the glittering Vapors dart II. Beneath a rock, upon the grass, On pipes of sycamore they play And thus, as happy as the Day, Those Shepherds wear the time away. III. Along the river's stony marge The Thrush is busy in the wood, A thousand Lambs are on the rocks, That plaintive cry! which up the hill IV. Said Walter, leaping from the ground, "Down to the stump of yon old yew We'll for our Whistles run a race." Away the Shepherds flew. They leapt they ran-and when they came 1 Right opposite to Dungeon-Gill, Seeing that he should lose the prize, " Stop!" to his comrade Walter criesJames stopped with no good will: Said Walter then, “Your task is here, "Twill keep you working half a year. V. "Now cross where I shall cross-come on, And follow me where I shall lead". The other took him at his word, But did not like the deed. It was a spot, which you may see If ever you to Langdale go: Into a chasm a mighty Block Hath fallen, and made a Bridge of rock : The gulph is deep below; And in a bason black and small Receives a lofty Waterfall. VI. With staff in hand across the cleft The Challenger began his march; And now, all eyes and feet, hath gained When list! he hears a piteous moan- A Lamb, that in the pool is pent Within that black and frightful Rent. VII. The Lamb had slipped into the stream, And safe without a bruise or wound The Cataract had borne him down Into the gulph profound. His Dam had seen him when he fell, |