. Original poems, for infant minds . far than they. Whileneath some spreading shade he sa Beside his fleecy flocks,His soft pipe warbled through the wood, And echod from the rocks. An ancient castle on the plain, In silent grandeur stood,And there the young lord Henry dwelt; The proud, but not the good. And oft he wanderd o:er the plain, Or on the mountains side,And with surprise and envy too The humble Colin eyd. * And why, said he, am I denyd That cheerfulness and joy, That ever smiles upon the face Of this poor shepherd boy? Nor titles, honours, or estates,Or wealth, or power has he;And yet
. Original poems, for infant minds . far than they. Whileneath some spreading shade he sa Beside his fleecy flocks,His soft pipe warbled through the wood, And echod from the rocks. An ancient castle on the plain, In silent grandeur stood,And there the young lord Henry dwelt; The proud, but not the good. And oft he wanderd o:er the plain, Or on the mountains side,And with surprise and envy too The humble Colin eyd. * And why, said he, am I denyd That cheerfulness and joy, That ever smiles upon the face Of this poor shepherd boy? Nor titles, honours, or estates,Or wealth, or power has he;And yet, though destitute and poor,He seems more blest than me ! For this lord Henry did not know,That pleasure neer is found, Where angry passions reign and rule,And evil deeds abound. FOR INFANT MINDS. Colin, though poor, was humble too, Benevolent and kind:While passion, anger, rage, and pride, Disturbd lord Henrys mind. Thus Colin, though a shepherd boy, Was ever glad and gay,And Henry, though a noble lord, To discontent a prey. J. THE ROBIN. AWAY, pretty Robin, fly home to thy nest, To make thee my captive I still should like best, And feed thee with worms and with bread:Thy eyes are so sparkling, thy feathers so soft,Thy little wings flutter so pretty aloft, And thy breast is all colourd with red. But then, twould be cruel to keep thee, I know,So stretch out thy wings, little Robin, and go, Fly home to thy young ones again;Go, listen again to the notes of your mate jAnd enjoy the green shade in your lonely retreat, Secure from the wind and the rain. 30 ORIGINAL POEMS, But when the leaves fall, and the winter winds blow,And the green fields are coverd all over with snoW| Arid the clouds in white feathers descend;When the springs are all ice, and the rivulets freeze,And the long shining icicles drop from the trees, Then, Robin, remember your friend. When with cold and with hunger quite perishd and weak,Come tap at my window again with your beak, And gladly Ill let thee come in
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