THE RIVER'S SONG. LEAR and cool, clear and cool, By laughing shallow, and dreaming pool; By shining shingle, and foaming weir; Under the crag where the ouzel sings, And the ivied wall where the church bell rings, Play by me, bathe in me, mother and child. Dank and foul, dank and foul, By the smoky town in its murky cowl; By wharf and sewer and slimy bank; Baser and baser the richer I grow; Who dare sport with the sin defiled? Shrink from me, turn from me, mother and child. Strong and free, strong and free, The flood-gates are open, away to the sea, Like a soul that has sinned and is pardoned again. Play by me, bathe in me, mother and child. CHARLES KINGSLEY. [From The Water Babies, chap. i. :—"The river chimed and tinkled far below, and this was the song which it sang."] [From The Water Babies, chap. ii. :-"The dame grew so old that she could not stir abroad, and always she sung an old old song, as she sat spinning what she called her wedding dress. The children could not understand it, but they liked it none the less for that; for it was very sweet, and very sad; and that was enough for them."] FRANCES' SONG. HADOWS we are. Our triumph and our trouble Pass like a dream, and we are passing too. Life is a fancy, glory is a bubble; Shadows we are, and shadows we pursue. Sunlight has shadow, cool for those that wander; Yet, while ambition in despair is dying, Yet, while strong noon slopes slowly to the night, MORTIMER COLLINS. [From Frances, vol. iii. chap. vi. : "Ah me, how true are the words of Burke . . . "What shadows we are, and what shadows we pursue!"'"] Ancient Death, a masquer quaint, MORTIMER COLLINS. [From The Vivian Romance, vol. ii. chap. xii. :-"The fair Emily went to the piano, and burst into song in [this] fashion."] |