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Once Upon a Time and Other Child-Verses
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Came in the clear moonlight.
And neither of them was the Brownie,
But sorry were both as he;
And their hearts, with every footstep,
Were aching heavily.
A slender man with an organ
Strapped on by a leathern band,
And a little girl with a tambourine
A-holding close to his hand.
And the little girl with the tambourine, —
Her gown was thin and old;
And she toiled through the great white forest,
A-shining with the cold.
"And what is there here to do?" she said;
"I'm froze i' the light o' the moon!
Shall we play to these sad old forest trees
Some merry and jigging tune?
"And, father, you know it is Christmas-time;
And had we staid i' the town,
And I gone to one o' the Christmas-trees,
A gift might have fallen down!
"You cannot certainly know it would not!
I'd ha' gone right under the tree I
Are you sure that never one Christmas
Is meant for you and me?"
"These dry, dead leaves," he answered her,
"Which the forest casteth down,
Are more than you'd get from a Christmas-tree
In the merry and thoughtless town.
"Though to-night be the Christ's own birth-
day night,
And all the world has grace,
There is not a home in all the world
Which has for us a place."
Slow plodding adown the forest path,
"Now, what is this?" he said;
Then he lifted the children's bundle,
And "For the Brownie," read.
The tears came into his weary eyes:
"Now if this be done," said he,
"Somewhere in the world perhaps there is
A place for you and me!"
Then the bundle he opened softly:
"This is children's tender thought;
Their own little Christmas presents
They have to the Brownie brought.
"If there lives such tender pity
Toward a thing so dim and low,
There must be kindness left on earth
Of which I did not know.
"Oh, children, there's never a Brownie
That sorry, uncanny thing;
But nearest and next are the homeless
When the Christmas joy-bells ring."
Loud laughed the little daughter,
As she gathered the toys in her gown:
"Oh, father, this oak is my Christmas-tree,
And my present has fallen down!"
Then away they went through the forest,
The wanderers, hand in hand;
And the snow, they were both so merry,
It glinted like golden sand.
Down the forest the elder brother,
In the morning clear and cold,
Came leading the little sister,
And the darling five-year-old.
"Oh," he cries, "he's taken the bundle!"
As carefully round he peers;
"And the Brownie has gotten a Christmas
After a thousand years!"
THE CHRISTMAS BALL
THE fiddlers were scraping so cheerily, O,
With a one, two, three, and a one, two, three,
And the children were dancing so merrily, O,
All under the shade of the Christmas-tree.
O, bonny the fruit on its branches which
grows!
And the mistletoe bough from the ceiling hung!
And neither of them was the Brownie,
But sorry were both as he;
And their hearts, with every footstep,
Were aching heavily.
A slender man with an organ
Strapped on by a leathern band,
And a little girl with a tambourine
A-holding close to his hand.
And the little girl with the tambourine, —
Her gown was thin and old;
And she toiled through the great white forest,
A-shining with the cold.
"And what is there here to do?" she said;
"I'm froze i' the light o' the moon!
Shall we play to these sad old forest trees
Some merry and jigging tune?
"And, father, you know it is Christmas-time;
And had we staid i' the town,
And I gone to one o' the Christmas-trees,
A gift might have fallen down!
"You cannot certainly know it would not!
I'd ha' gone right under the tree I
Are you sure that never one Christmas
Is meant for you and me?"
"These dry, dead leaves," he answered her,
"Which the forest casteth down,
Are more than you'd get from a Christmas-tree
In the merry and thoughtless town.
"Though to-night be the Christ's own birth-
day night,
And all the world has grace,
There is not a home in all the world
Which has for us a place."
Slow plodding adown the forest path,
"Now, what is this?" he said;
Then he lifted the children's bundle,
And "For the Brownie," read.
The tears came into his weary eyes:
"Now if this be done," said he,
"Somewhere in the world perhaps there is
A place for you and me!"
Then the bundle he opened softly:
"This is children's tender thought;
Their own little Christmas presents
They have to the Brownie brought.
"If there lives such tender pity
Toward a thing so dim and low,
There must be kindness left on earth
Of which I did not know.
"Oh, children, there's never a Brownie
That sorry, uncanny thing;
But nearest and next are the homeless
When the Christmas joy-bells ring."
Loud laughed the little daughter,
As she gathered the toys in her gown:
"Oh, father, this oak is my Christmas-tree,
And my present has fallen down!"
Then away they went through the forest,
The wanderers, hand in hand;
And the snow, they were both so merry,
It glinted like golden sand.
Down the forest the elder brother,
In the morning clear and cold,
Came leading the little sister,
And the darling five-year-old.
"Oh," he cries, "he's taken the bundle!"
As carefully round he peers;
"And the Brownie has gotten a Christmas
After a thousand years!"
THE CHRISTMAS BALL
THE fiddlers were scraping so cheerily, O,
With a one, two, three, and a one, two, three,
And the children were dancing so merrily, O,
All under the shade of the Christmas-tree.
O, bonny the fruit on its branches which
grows!
And the mistletoe bough from the ceiling hung!
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Так получилось, что книга ко мне попала в тяжелый эмоциональный кризис и многое мне дала. Написано актуально, тут многих полезных вещей, никакого злоу...
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