He brandish’d quick a mighty stick,
But could not reach their bower,
Nor yet could stone, for every one
Was far beyond his power.
Alas! he thought, I’ve safely brought
My caps far over seas,
But could not guess it was to dress
Such little rogues as these.
Then quickly down he threw his own,
And loud in anger cried,
“Take this one too, you thievish crew,
Since you have all beside.”
But, quick as thought the caps were caught
From every monkey’s crown,
And, like himself, each little elf
Threw his directly down.
He then with ease did gather these,
And in his pack did bind,
Then through the woods convey’d his goods
And sold them to his mind.
THE MORNING WALK.
The sun is up, the air is clear,
The flowers are blooming all around,
The dew-drops glitter on the grass,
And pretty daisies deck the ground.
How sweet it is to go abroad,
And breathe this lovely morning air,
So fragrant with perfume of flowers,
While everything seems fresh and fair.
The busy insects flitting round,
The warbling birds on every tree,
Each blade of grass, each opening flower,
All seem to speak, great God, of thee.