UNDER THE GREENWOOD. TREE

[From As You Like It.]

UNDER the greenwood tree

Who loves to lie with me,

And turn his merry note

Unto the sweet bird's throat,

Come hither, come hither, come hither:

Here shall he see no enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

Who doth ambition shun,

And loves to live i' the sun,

Seeking the food he eats,

And pleas'd with what he gets,

Come hither, come hither, come hither:

Here shall he see no enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

SHAKESPEARE.

WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE

WOODMAN, spare that tree!

Touch not a single bough!

In youth it sheltered me,
And I'll protect it now.
'Twas my forefather's hand
That placed it near his cot;
There, woodman, let it stand,
Thy axe shall harm it not!

That old familiar tree,

Whose glory and renown

Are spread o'er land and sea

And wouldst thou hew it down?
Woodman, forbear thy stroke!

Cut not its earth-bound ties;

Oh, spare that aged oak,
Now towering to the skies!

When but an idle boy

I sought its grateful shade;
In all their gushing joy

Here, too, my sisters played.
My mother kissed me here;

My father pressed my hand

Forgive this foolish tear,

But let that old oak stand!

62

WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE

My heart-strings round thee cling,
Close as thy bark, old friend!
Here shall the wild-bird sing,

And still thy branches bend,
Old tree! the storm still brave!
And, woodman, leave the spot;
While I've a chance to save,
Thy axe shall harm it not.

GEORGE P. MORRIS

HOME, SWEET HOME

ID pleasures and palaces though we may roam,

MID

Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home!

A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,

Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.

Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

There's no place like home! There's no place like home!

An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain;
O, give me my lowly thatched cottage again!
The birds singing sweetly that came at my call,—

Give me them,—and the peace of mind, dearer than all.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

There's no place like home! There's no place like home!

How sweet 'tis to sit 'neath a fond father's smile,
And the cares of a mother to soothe and beguile!
Let others delight 'mid new pleasures to roam,

But give me, oh, give me, the pleasures of home!
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

There's no place like home! There's no place like home!

To thee I'll return, overburdened with care;
The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there;
No more from that cottage again will I roam;

Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home!

Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

There's no place like home! There's no place like home! JOHN HOWARD PAYNE.

LULLABY FOR TITANIA

[From A Midsummer Night's Dream.]

FIRST FAIRY

YOU spotted snakes with double tongue, Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen; Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong, Come not near our fairy queen.

Chorus.

Philome, with melody,

Sing in our sweet lullaby;

Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby;

Never harm, nor spell, nor charm,

Come our lovely lady nigh;
So, good-night, with lullaby.

SECOND FAIRY

Weaving spiders, come not here;

Hence, for long-legg'd spinners, hence!

Beetles black, approach not near;

Worm nor snail, do no offence.