He sang those witty rhymes
About the crazy old church-clock,
And the bewildered chimes.
A POET’S BLESSING.
FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND.
As I wandered the fields along,
Listening to the lark’s sweet song,
I saw an old man working there,
A laborer with hoary hair.
“Blessings upon this field!” I said;
“Fruitful by faithful labor made.