r woone bloomen child wi' a cloak
On her shoulders, as green as the ground;
An' another, as gray as the woak,
Wi' a bwoy in a brown frock, a-brown'd.
An' woone got up, in play, vor to tait,
On a woak-limb, a-growen out straight.
But she soon wer a-taited down off,
By her meaetes out a-picken o' scroff.

When they childern do grow to staid vo'k,
An' goo out in the worold, all wide
Vrom the copse, an' the zummerleaeze woak,
Where at last all their elders ha' died,
They wull then vind it touchen to bring,
To their minds, the sweet springs o' their spring,
Back avore the new vo'k did turn off
The poor childern a-picken o' scroff.

GOOD NIGHT.

While down the meaeds wound slow,
Water vor green-wheel'd mills,
Over the streams bright bow,
Win' come vrom dark-back'd hills.
Birds on the win' shot along down steep
Slopes, wi' a swift-swung zweep.
Dim weaen'd the red streak'd west
Lim'-weary souls "Good rest."

Up on the plough'd hill brow,
Still wer the zull's wheel'd beam,
Still wer the red-wheel'd plough,
Free o' the strong limb'd team,
Still wer the shop that the smith meaede ring,
Dark where the sparks did spring;
Low shot the zun's last beams.
Lim'-weary souls "Good dreams."

Where I vrom dark bank-sheaedes
Turn'd up the west hill road,
Where all the green grass bleaedes
Under the zunlight glow'd.
Startled I met, as the zunbeams play'd
Light, wi' a zunsmote maid,
Come vor my day's last zight,
Zun-brighten'd maid "Good night."

WENT HWOME.

Upon the slope, the hedge did bound
The yield wi' blossom-whited zide,
An' charlock patches, yollow-dyed,
Did reach along the white-soil'd ground,
An' vo'k, a-comen up vrom meaed,
Brought gil'cup meal upon the shoe;
Or went on where the road did leaed,
Wi' smeechy doust from heel to tooe.
As noon did smite, wi' burnen light,
The road so white, to Meldonley.

An' I did tramp the zun-dried ground,
By hedge-climb'd hills, a-spread wi' flow'rs,
An' watershooten dells, an' tow'rs,
By elem-trees a-hemm'd all round,
To zee a vew wold friends, about
Wold Meldon, where I still ha' zome,
That bid me speed as I come out,
An' now ha' bid me welcome hwome,
As I did goo, while skies wer blue,
Vrom view to view, to Meldonley.

An' there wer timber'd knaps, that show'd
Cool sheaedes, vor rest, on grassy grou