cked, now so strong,
Shall stan' vor judgment, peaele as ashes,
By the souls that rued their wrong,
Wi' tears a-hangen on their lashes--
Then withstanders they shall deaere
The leaest ov all to meet wi' there,
Mid be the helpless souls that now
Below their wrongvul might mid bow.

Sweet childern o' the dead, bereft
Ov all their goods by guile an' forgen;
Souls o' driven sleaeves that left
Their weaery limbs a-mark'd by scourgen;
They that God ha' call'd to die
Vor truth ageaen the worold's lie,
An' they that groan'd an' cried in vain,
A-bound by foes' unrighteous chain.

The maid that selfish craft led on
To sin, an' left wi' hope a-blighted;
Starven workmen, thin an' wan,
Wi' hopeless leaebour ill requited;
Souls a-wrong'd, an' call'd to vill
Wi' dread, the men that us'd em ill.
When might shall yield to right as pliant
As a dwarf avore a giant.

When there, at last, the good shall glow
In starbright bodies lik' their Seaeviour,
Vor all their flesh noo mwore mid show,
The marks o' man's unkind beheaeviour:
Wi' speechless tongue, an' burnen cheak,
The strong shall bow avore the weaek,
An' vind that helplessness, wi' right,
Is strong beyond all e'thly might.

DANIEL DWITHEN, THE WISE CHAP.

Dan Dwithen wer the chap to show
His naighbours mwore than they did know,
Vor he could zee, wi' half a thought,
What zome could hardly be a-taught;
An' he had never any doubt
Whatever 'twer, but he did know't,
An' had a-reach'd the bottom o't,
Or soon could meaeke it out.

Wi' narrow feaece, an' nose so thin
That light a'most shone drough the skin,
As he did talk, wi' his red peaeir
O' lips, an' his vull eyes did steaere,
What nippy looks friend Daniel wore,
An' how he smiled as he did bring
Such reasons vor to clear a thing,
As dather'd vo'k the mwore!

When woonce there come along the road
At night, zome show-vo'k, wi' a lwoad
Ov half the wild outlandish things
That crawl'd, or went wi' veet, or wings;
Their elephant, to stratch his knees,
Walk'd up the road-zide turf, an' left
His tracks a-zunk wi' all his heft
As big's a vinny cheese.

An' zoo next mornen zome vo'k vound
The girt round tracks upon the ground,
An' view'd em all wi' stedvast eyes,
An' wi' their vingers spann'd their size,
An' took their depth below the brink:
An' whether they