The Youths Coronal | Page 6

Hannah Flagg Gould
sun!?Whilst I am up in the light and the air,?You, a sad picture of labor and care,?Still have some hard, heavy burden to bear,?And work that you never get done.
"I have an exercise healthful and good,?For tuning the nerves and digesting the food--?Graceful gymnastics for stirring the blood?Without the gross purpose of use?Ant, let me tell you 'tis not a la mode?To plod like a pilgrim, and carry a load,?Perverting the limbs that for grace were bestowed,?By such a plebeian abuse!
"While the whole world with provisions is filled,?Who would keep toiling and toiling, to build?And lay in a store for himself, till he's killed?With work that another might do??Come! drop your budget, and just give a spring;?Jump on a grass-blade, and balance and swing;?Soon you'll be light as a gnat on the wing,?Gay as a grasshopper, too!"
Ant trudged along, while the grasshopper sung,?Minding her business and holding her tongue,?Until she got home her own people among;?But these were her thoughts on the road.?"What will become of that poor, idle one?When the light sports of the summer are done??And, where is the covert to which he may run?To find a safe winter abode?
"Oh! if I only could tell him how sweet?Toil makes my rest and the morsel I eat,?While hope gives a spur to my little black feet,?He'd never pity my lot!?He'd never ask me my burden to drop,?To join in his folly--to spring, and to hop;?And thus make the ant and her labor to stop,?When time, I am certain, would not.
"When the cold frost all the herbage has nipped,?When the bare branches with ice-drops are tipped,?Where will the grasshopper then be, that skipped?So careless and lightly to-day??Frozen to death! 'a sad picture,' indeed,?Of reckless indulgence and what must succeed,?That all his gymnastics can't shelter or feed,?Or quicken his pulse into play!
"I must prepare for a winter to come,?I shall be glad of a home and a crumb,?When my frail form out of doors would be numb,?And I in the snow-storm should die.?Summer is lovely, but soon will be past.?Summer has plenty not always to last.?Summer's the time for the ant to make fast?Her stores for a future supply!"
=The Rose-Bud of Autumn=
Come out--pretty Rose-Bud,--my lone, timid one!?Come forth from thy green leaves, and peep at the sun!?For little he does, in these dull autumn hours,?At height'ning of beauty, or laughing with flowers.
His beams, on thy tender young cheek as he plays,?Will give it a blush that no other could raise:?Thy fine silken petals they'll softly unfold,?Thy pure bosom filling with spices and gold!
I would not instruct thee in coveting wealth;?Yet beauty, we know, is the offspring of health;?And health, the fair daughter of freedom! is bright?From drinking the breezes, and feasting on light.
Then, come, little gem, from thy covert look out;?And see what the glad, golden sun is about!?His shafts, do they strike thee, new charms will impart,?Thy form making fairer, and richer, thy heart.
Occasion, sweet Bud, is for thee and for me:?This hour it may give what again ne'er shall be.?O, let not the sunshine of life pass away,?Nor touch both our eye and our heart with its ray!
=Frost, the Winter-Sprite=
The Frost looked forth on a still, clear night,?And whispered, "Now I shall be out of sight;?So through the valley, and over the height?I'll silently take my way.?I will not go on like that blustering train,?The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain,?That make so much bustle and noise in vain.?But I'll be as busy as they!"
He flew up, and powdered the mountain's crest;?He lit on the trees, and their boughs he drest?With diamonds and pearls;--and over the breast?Of the quivering Lake he spread?A bright coat of mail that it need not fear?The glittering point of many a spear?That he hung on its margin, far and near,?Where a rock was rearing its head.
He went to the windows of those who slept,?And over each pane, like a fairy crept;?Wherever he breathed--wherever he stepped--?Most beautiful things were seen?By morning's first light!--there flowers and trees,?With bevies of birds, and swarms of bright bees;--?There were cities--temples, and towers; and these,?All pictured in silvery sheen!
But one thing he did that was hardly fair--?He peeped in the cupboard, and, finding there?That none had remembered for him to prepare,?"Now, just to set them a-thinking,?I'll bite their rich basket of fruit," said he,?"This burly old pitcher--I'll burst it in three!?And the glass with the water they've left for me?Shall 'tchick!' to tell them I'm drinking!"
=Vivy Vain=
Miss Vain was all given to dress--?Too fond of gay clothing; and so,?She'd gad about town?Just to show a new gown,?As a train-band their color to show.
Her head being empty and light,?Whene'er she obtained a new hat,?With pride in her air,?She'd go round, here and there,?For all whom she knew to see that.
Her folly was chiefly in this:?More highly she valued
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