"I am up, right side up."
"Yes, I see; but I hope you haven't forsaken us, Tom."
"I have forsaken only the evil you have in store, Peter. The fact is, I concluded that my wife and little ones had fed on husks long enough, and if there was a good kernel left in my heart, or in my manhood, they should have it."
"Ah, you heard what I said to my wife that night."
"Yes, Peter; and I shall be grateful to you for it as long as I live. My remembrance of you will always be relieved by that tinge of warmth and brightness."
| SONG OF THE RYE. |
| I was made to be eaten, And not to be drank; To be thrashed in a barn, Not soaked in a tank. I come as a blessing When put through a mill, As a blight and a curse When run through a still. Make me up into loaves, And the children are fed; But if into drink, I'll starve them instead. In bread I'm a servant, The eater shall rule; In drink I am master, The drinker a fool. |