With a lady grand at her feet and head;
And never knew nor cared what grace
Had fashioned frills of her dainty lace;
For she dreamed no sweeter while she slept,
Nor suffered less when in pain she wept;
Though the lullaby in the chorus said:
“There’s a sparkling crown for the royal head.”
THE LITTLE RUSTIC
In its cradle-hammock, cool and light,
A baby swayed in the summer air;