Rhymes from the Rhineland . g, white, on the hard earth he lay;Wildly and chilling the frosty winds blewTill blue violets feet were frozen quite through. [69] Then sadly and bitterly poor violet weptAs under his tattered green mantle he crept;His tears, vainly falling, were frozen and fast,His plaintive lament—it was truly the last—Oh, were I again in my home by the rill—He breathed but one sigh, and forever was still. Hast thou in the valley a fair, peaceful home?Beware lest thy footsteps too far away roam! forstee (1791-1868). [70] LOST IN THE TWILIGHT A father and his son in the deepening t
Rhymes from the Rhineland . g, white, on the hard earth he lay;Wildly and chilling the frosty winds blewTill blue violets feet were frozen quite through. [69] Then sadly and bitterly poor violet weptAs under his tattered green mantle he crept;His tears, vainly falling, were frozen and fast,His plaintive lament—it was truly the last—Oh, were I again in my home by the rill—He breathed but one sigh, and forever was still. Hast thou in the valley a fair, peaceful home?Beware lest thy footsteps too far away roam! forstee (1791-1868). [70] LOST IN THE TWILIGHT A father and his son in the deepening twilightstray, Striving in vain to find the well known home-ward way. The boy peers through the gloom at rock and bush and tree;The father scans the heavens, the guiding stars to see. The rocks and stones are dumb, the trees returnno sound, But from the constant stars the homeward wayis found. Readst thou the lesson well? wouldst walk in peace and loveThy journey through the earth? Seek wisdom from above. RUCKERT. [71]. You are pretty, but you must hold still, saidthe sponge. Foolish thing, you must hold still, said thewater. If we do not rub hard we shall not do ourpart, said the washcloth to the soap. One little ear is already clean, said the towel;now for the other. We are both ready, said the comb and hair-brush. First the right armhole, then the left arm-hole, said the little new shirt. You have not grown thin over night, said thestocking to the plump little legs. [75] The shoes said, Black ponies, polished hoofs. Head over without disturbing the frizzes; thatis the art, said the petticoat. But now come I, said the pretty red frockwith the gold buttons. Dont forget me, said the soft white handker-chief. All dressed and ready! cried all ah! there is a tear, a little bit of a tear, a stupid little tear in the corner of Babys eye. I will kiss it all away, said the mamma. RUDOLPH REICHMAN. [76] BABYS TREASURES The snail has a little house,A warm, snug nest th
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