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In blue heaven； an angel shape serene
Paused awhile to hear …
〃What good child is this；〃 the angel said；
〃That； with happy heart； beside her bed
Prays so lovingly？〃
Low and soft； oh！ very low and soft；
Crooned the blackbird in the orchard croft；
〃Bell； dear Bell！〃 crooned he。
〃Whom God's creatures love；〃 the angel fair
Murmured； 〃God doth bless with angels' care；
Child； thy bed shall be
Folded safe from harm … Love deep and kind
Shall watch around and leave good gifts behind；
Little Bell； for thee！〃
Thomas Westwood ＇1814？…1888＇
THE BAREFOOT BOY
Blessings on thee； little man；
Barefoot boy； with cheek of tan！
With thy turned…up pantaloons；
And thy merry whistled tunes；
With thy red lip； redder still
Kissed by strawberries on the hill；
With the sunshine on thy face；
Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace；
From my heart I give thee joy； …
I was once a barefoot boy！
Prince thou art； … the grown…up man
Only is republican。
Let the million…dollared ride！
Barefoot； trudging at his side；
Thou hast more than he can buy
In the reach of ear and eye； …
Outward sunshine； inward joy：
Blessings on thee； barefoot boy！
Oh for boyhood's painless play；
Sleep that wakes in laughing day；
Health that mocks the doctor's rules；
Knowledge never learned of schools；
Of the wild bee's morning chase；
Of the wild flower's time and place；
Flight of fowl and habitude
Of the tenants of the wood；
How the tortoise bears his shell；
How the woodchuck digs his cell；
And the ground…mole sinks his well；
How the robin feeds her young；
How the oriole's nest is hung；
Where the whitest lilies blow；
Where the freshest berries grow；
Where the ground…nut trails its vine；
Where the wood…grape's clusters shine；
Of the black wasp's cunning way；
Mason of his walls of clay；
And the architectural plans
Of gray hornet artisans！
For； eschewing books and tasks；
Nature answers all he asks；
Hand in hand with her he walks；
Face to face with her he talks；
Part and parcel of her joy； …
Blessings on the barefoot boy！
Oh for boyhood's time of June；
Crowding years in one brief moon；
When all things I heard or saw；
Me； their master； waited for。
I was rich in flowers and trees；
Humming…birds and honey…bees；
For my sport the squirrel played；
Plied the snouted mole his spade；
For my taste the blackberry cone
Purpled over hedge and stone；
Laughed the brook for my delight
Through the day and through the night；
Whispering at the garden wall；
Talked with me from fall to fall；
Mine the sand…rimmed pickerel pond
Mine the walnut slopes beyond；
Mine； on bending orchard trees；
Apples of Hesperides！
Still as my horizon grew；
Larger grew my riches too；
All the world I saw or knew
Seemed a complex Chinese toy；
Fashioned for a barefoot boy！
Oh for festal dainties spread；
Like my bowl of milk and bread；
Pewter spoon and bowl of wood；
On the door…stone； gray and rude！
O'er me； like a regal tent；
Cloudy…ribbed； the sunset bent；
Purple…curtained； fringed with gold；
Looped in many a wind…swung fold；
While for music came the play
Of the pied frogs' orchestra；
And； to light the noisy choir；
Lit the fly his lamp of fire。
I was monarch： pomp and joy
Waited on the barefoot boy！
Cheerily； then； my little man；
Live and laugh； as boyhood can！
Though the flinty slopes be hard；
Stubble…speared the new…mown sward；
Every morn shall lead thee through
Fresh baptisms of the dew；
Every evening from thy feet
Shall the cool wind kiss the heat：
All too soon these feet must hide
In the prison cells of pride；
Lose the freedom of the sod；
Like a colt's for work be shod；
Made to tread the mills of toil；
Up and down in ceaseless moil：
Happy if their track be found
Never on forbidden ground；
Happy if they sink not in
Quick and treacherous sands of sin。
Ah！ that thou couldst know thy joy；
Ere it passes； barefoot boy！
John Greenleaf Whittier ＇1807…1892＇
THE HERITAGE
Thee rich man's son inherits lands；
And piles of brick and stone； and gold；
And he inherits soft white hands；
And tender flesh that fears the cold；
Nor dares to wear a garment old；
A heritage； it seems to me；
One scarce would wish to hold in fee。
The rich man's son inherits cares；
The bank may break； the factory burn；
A breath may burst his bubble shares；
And soft white hands could hardly earn
A living that would serve his turn；
A heritage； it seems to me；
One scarce would wish to hold in fee。
The rich man's son inherits wants；
His stomach craves for dainty fare；
With sated heart； he hears the pants
Of toiling hinds with brown arms bare；
And wearies in his easy…chair；
A heritage； it seems to me；
One scarce would wish to hold in fee。
What doth the poor man's son inherit？
Stout muscles and a sinewy heart；
A hardy frame； a hardier spirit；
King of two hands； he does his part
In every useful toil and art；
A heritage； it seems to me；
A king might wish to hold in fee。
What doth the poor man's son inherit？
Wishes o'erjoyed with humble things；
A rank adjudged by toil…won merit；
Content that from employment springs；
A heart that in his labor sings；
A heritage； it seems to me；
A king might wish to hold in fee。
What doth the poor man's son inherit？
A patience learned of being poor；
Courage； if sorrow come； to bear it；
A fellow…feeling that is sure
To make the outcast bless his door；
A heritage； it seems to me；
A king might wish to hold in fee。
O rich man's son！ there is a toil
That with all others level stands；
Large charity doth never soil；
But only whiten； soft white hands；
This is the best crop from thy lands；
A heritage； it seems to me；
Worth being rich to hold in fee。
O poor man's son！ scorn not thy state；
There is worse weariness than thine；
In merely being rich and great；
Toil only gives the soul to shine；
And makes rest fragrant and benign；
A heritage； it seems to me；
Worth being poor to hold in fee。
Both； heirs to some six feet of sod；
Are equal in the earth at last；
Both； children of the same dear God；
Prove title to your heirship vast
By record of a well…filled past；
A heritage； it seems to me；
Well worth a life to hold in fee。
James Russell Lowell ＇1819…1891＇
LETTY'S GLOBE
Or Some Irregularities In A First Lesson In Geography
When Letty had scarce passed her third glad year；
And her young artless words began to flow；
One day we gave the child a colored sphere
Of the wide Earth； that she might mark and know；
By tint and outline； all its sea and land。
She patted all the world； old Empires peeped
Between her baby fingers； her soft hand
Was welcome at all frontiers。 How she leaped；
And laughed and prattled in her world…wide bliss！
But when we turned her sweet unlearned eye
On our own Isle； she raised a joyous