Boy, pity me that am a child again;
Blind, be no more my guide to make me stray;
Man, use thy might to force away my pain;
God, do me good and lead me to my way;
And if thou beest a power to me unknown,
Power of my life, let here thy grace be shown.
The Marriage of the Frog and the Mouse.
It was the frog in the well,
The frog would a wooing ride
Sword and buckler by his side.
When he upon his high horse set,
His boots they shone as black as jet.
When he came to the merry mill-pin,—
“Lady Mouse, been you within?”
Then came out the dusty mouse:
“I am Lady of this house:
Hast thou any mind of me?”
“I have e’en great mind of thee?”
“Who shall this marriage make?”
“Our Lord which is the rat,”