WE ARE SEVEN. Go forth, ye Pins, and bring home news You'll learn that, in their own right sphere, All things with dignity appear, And have, when in their proper place, Peculiar use, intrinsic grace." Methought the polished Scissors blushed To have said so much,—and all was hushed. WE ARE SEVEN. A SIMPLE child, That lightly draws its breath, I met a little cottage girl; She was eight years old, she said; 31 32 WE ARE SEVEN. "Sisters and brothers, little maid, "How many? Seven in all," she said, "And where are they, I pray you tell ?" "Two of us in the churchyard lie, "You say that two at Conway dwell, Yet ye are seven;-I pray you tell, Then did the little maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree." "You run about, my little maid, "Their graves are green, they may The little maid replied, be seen," "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side. WE ARE SEVEN. "My stockings there I often knit, "And often, after sunset, sir, And eat my supper there. "The first that died was little Jane; Till God released her from her pain, "So in the churchyard she was laid; 33 "And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." "How many are you, then," said I, "If they two are in heaven?" The little maiden did reply, "O master, we are seven." "But they are dead, those two are dead! And said, "Nay, we are seven." 34 JOHN BARLEYCORN. JOHN BARLEYCORN.- Burns. THERE were three kings into the East, They took a plough and ploughed him down, Put clods upon his head, An' they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn was dead. But the cheerful spring came kindly on, And Barleycorn got up again, And sore surprised them all. The sultry suns of summer came, The sober autumn entered mild, His color sickened more and more, He faded into age; And then his enemies began To show their deadly rage. JOHN BARLEYCORN. They 've ta'en a weapon long and sharp, And cut him by the knee; Then tied him fast upon a cart, They laid him down upon his back, They filled up a darksome pit They laid him out upon the floor, They wasted o'er a scorching flame For he crushed him 'tween two stones. And they have ta'en his very heart's blood, And still the more and more they drank, D 35 |