"Coo," said the Turtle-dove. "Coo," said she. "Oh, I love thee," said the Turtle-dove. "And I love THEE." In the long shady branches Of the dark pine-tree, How happy were the doves In their little nursery! The young turtle-doves Never quarrelled in the nest; For they dearly loved each other, Though they loved their mother best. "Coo," said the little doves. And they played together kindly Is this nursery of yours, Little sister, little brother, Like the Turtle-dove's nestyou love one another? Do Are you kind, are you gentle, Is your own nursery. Is there a tie of human birth Has more of heaven and less of earth Like dew upon the tender flower, And thoughts that spring from home-born love Point to the Better Land above. THE WATER-MILL. "ANY grist for the Mill?" How merrily it goes! Flap, flap, flap, flap, While the water flows. Round-about and round-about, "Any grist for the Mill?" The mill-stones turn about; You cannot make the Miller hear Unless you scream and shout. "Any grist for the Mill?" The bakers come and go; They bring their empty sacks to fill, And leave them down below. The dusty Miller and his men Fill all the sacks they bring, And while they go about their work, Right merrily they sing. "Any grist for the Mill?" Dusty millers, work away, While it is in your power. "Any grist for the Mill?" Alas! it will not go; The river, too, is standing still, The ground is white with snow. And when the frosty weather comes, And freezes up the streams, The Miller only hears the Mill, And grinds the corn in dreams. Living close beside the Mill, The Miller's girls and boys Always play at make-believe, Because they have no toys. "Any grist for our Mill?" The elder brothers shout, While all the little Petticoats Go whirling round about. The Miller's little boys and girls "Good father, play with us to-day; And you shall be the wheel; We'll pelt each other with the snow, And it shall be the meal." Oh, heartily the Miller's wife 66 Bravely done, my little lads, For money comes but slowly in When snow-flakes are the meal." CHRIST'S HUMILITY. CHRIST is merciful and mild; |