Will Carleton And you, for want of neighbors, was sometimes blue and sad, For wolves and bears and wildcats was the nearest ones you had; But, lookin' ahead to the clearin', we worked with all our might, Until we was fairly out of the woods, and things was goin' right. Look up there at our new house! ain't it a thing to see? Tall and big and handsome, and new as new can be; All in apple-pie order, especially the shelves, And never a debt to say but what we own it all ourselves. Look at our old log-house — how little it now appears! But it's never gone back on us for nineteen or twenty years; An' I won't go back on it now, or go to pokin' fun There's such a thing as praisin' a thing for the good that it has done. Probably you remember how rich we was that night, When we was fairly settled, an' had things snug and tight : We feel as proud as you please, Nancy, over our house that's new, But we felt as proud under this old roof, and a good deal prouder, too. Never a handsomer house was seen beneath the sun : Kitchen and parlor and bedroom had 'em all in one; we And the fat old wooden clock, that we bought when we come West, Was tickin' away in the corner there, and doin' its level best. Trees was all around us, a-whisperin' cheering words; Loud was the squirrel's chatter, and sweet the songs of birds; our And home grew sweeter and brightercourage began to mount And things looked hearty and happy then, and work appeared to count. And here one night it happened, when things was goin' bad, We fell in a deep old quarrel — the first we ever had; And when you give out and cried, then I, like a fool, give in, And then we agreed to rub all out, and start the thing ag'in. Here it was, you remember, we sat when the day was done, And you was a-makin' clothing that wasn't for either one; And often a soft word of love I was soft enough to say, And the wolves was howlin' in the woods not twenty rods away. 1 Copyright, 1873, by HARPER & BROTHERS. And here is the spot I tumbled, an' give the Lord his due, When the doctor said the fever 'd turned, an' he could fetch you through. Yes, a deal has happened to make this old house dear: Christenin's, funerals, weddin's what have n't we had here? Not a log in this buildin' but its memories has got, And not a nail in this old floor but touches a tender spot. Out of the old house, Nancy, - moved up into the new; All the hurry and worry is just as good as through; But I tell you a thing right here, that I ain't ashamed to say, There's precious things in this old house we never can take away. Here the old house will stand, but not as it stood before: Winds will whistle through it, and rains will flood the floor; And over the hearth, once blazing, the snowdrifts oft will pile, And the old thing will seem to be a-mournin' all the while. INSECT or blossom? Fragile, fairy thing, Wafting sweet odor, faint and exquisite. Thou winged bloom! thou blossom-butterfly! Brown-bodied bees, that scent with nostrils fine The odorous blossom-wine, Sipping, with heads half thrust Of rose and hyacinth and daffodil, A honey feasting for the winter-day: - Self-wrapt, that dream and sigh, HELEN HUNT JACKSON WHAT songs found voice upon those lips, What magic dwelt within the pen, For her the clamorous to-day Clear ring the silvery Mission bells O'er vineyard slopes, through fruited dells, The pale Franciscan lifts in air The Cross above the kneeling throng; Their simple world how sweet with prayer, With chant and matin-song! malign I will not so The satin softness of thy plumed seed, Wild Weeds of Song- not all ungracious things! TO A MAPLE SEED To hold his hand and feel that thin air beat ART thou some winged Sprite, that, flutter- | Against our pinions as we winged those ing round, Exhausted on the grass at last doth lie, Or wayward Fay? Ah, weakling, by and by Thyself shalt grow a giant, strong and sound, When, like Antaeus, thou dost touch the ground. O happy Seed! it is not thine to die; glooms |