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was made, Not to help them to sin, though I stood in their shade. You can not have an apple, an orange, a pear, But in each and in all, I must have my full share. You can not eat nor speak, nay, nor hear, without me; That I'm chief among my fellows, you all must agree. {345} _QUIRKS._ A little word of letters five That means bound fast together; Transpose but two, and you will find A scattering yon and hither. UNITE--UNTIE. * * * * * And now a word of letters four Five perfect words will make, If you transpose and rightly place 'Tis true and no mistake. LEVI--LIVE--VILE--EVIL--VEIL. * * * * * Now five are found, With spring and bound A twist or turn to take, And ere we know, All in a row, Five other words they make. The times are bad, The items sad, The mites must meet their fate; To smite the rock Emits a shock That hurls us from the gate. TIMES--ITEMS--MITES--SMITE--EMITS. {346} _SOMEBODY'S BOY._ List to the ring of the midnight song! 'Tis somebody's boy; The winds give to every wild echo a tongue. Yes, somebody's boy; The witch of the revel has waved her wand Over somebody's boy; And the spirit of evil has clasped the hand Of somebody's boy. Comes now a yell on the midnight air From somebody's boy; Reckless, defiant, and devil-may-care, Is somebody's boy. Foul is the bed, madly dark the dank cell, Where somebody's boy Is writhing in torture, the veriest hell, Yet, somebody's boy. Waiting and watching, a mother's eyes weep For somebody's boy; The vigil, dear Father, O help her to keep! For somebody's boy. {347} Throw round him, and over, thy Spirit to save,-- This somebody's boy, Ere fiends for his lost soul shall hollow the grave Of somebody's boy. Fill with thy Spirit, too, our hearts we pray, That somebody's boy We may watch for, and snatch from the death-trodden way, Yes, somebody's boy. {348} _THE LADDIE-AND-LASSIE BIRDS._ Come sit with me in the green-wood bower, While I sing you a song of love;-- 'Tis the song of the birds In the deep, wild woods, 'Tis the song of the sweet ring-dove. The laddie-bird says, "I have come to woo;" And the lassie-bird, "Ah! coo, coo, coo, coo." {349} The laddie-
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