“A Chrysalis” is a favourite poem with John Burroughs, and is found, too, in Stedman’s collection. We all come to a point in life where we need to burst the shell and fly away into the new realm. (1835-98.)
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My little Mädchen found one day A curious something in her play, That was not fruit, nor flower, nor seed; It was not anything that grew, Or crept, or climbed, or swam, or flew; Had neither legs nor wings, indeed; And yet she was not sure, she said, Whether it was alive or dead. She brought it in her tiny hand To see if I would understand, And wondered when I made reply, “You’ve found a baby butterfly.” “A butterfly is not like this,” With doubtful look she answered me. So then I told her what would be Some day within the chrysalis: How, slowly, in the dull brown thing Now still as death, a spotted wing, And then another, would unfold, Till from the empty shell would fly A pretty creature, by and by, All radiant in blue and gold. “And will it, truly?” questioned she— Her laughing lips and eager eyes All in a sparkle of surprise— “And shall your little Mädchen see?” “She shall!” I said. How could I tell That ere the worm within its shell Its gauzy, splendid wings had spread, My little Mädchen would be dead? To-day the butterfly has flown,— She was not here to see it fly,— And sorrowing I wonder why The empty shell is mine alone. Perhaps the secret lies in this: I too had found a chrysalis, And Death that robbed me of delight Was but the radiant creature’s flight! |
Mary Emily Bradley.
For a’ That.
Robert Burns, the plowman and poet, “dinnered wi’ a lord.” The story goes that he was put at the second table. That lord is dead, but Robert Burns still lives. He is immortal. It is “the survival of the fittest” “For a’ That and a’ That” is a poem that wipes out the superficial value put on money and other externalities. This poem is more valuable in education than good penmanship or good spelling. (1759-96.)
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Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a’ that? The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a’ that; For a’ that, and a’ that, Our toils obscure, and a’ that; The rank is but the guinea’s stamp, The man’s the gowd for a’ that! What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin-gray,[1] and a’ that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man’s a man for a’ that! For a’ that, and a’ that, Their tinsel show, and a’ that; The honest man, though e’er sae poor, Is king o’ men for a’ that! Ye see yon birkie[2] ca’d a lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a’ that; Though hundreds worship at his word, He’s but a coof[3] for a’ that; For a’ that, and a’ that, His riband, star, and a’ that, The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a’ that. A prince can make a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a’ that; But an honest man’s aboon his might. Guid faith he maunna fa’ that! For a’ that, and a’ that, Their dignities, and a’ that, The pith o’ sense, and pride o’ worth, Are higher rank than a’ that. Then let us pray that come it may— As come it will for a’ that— That sense and worth, o’er a’ the earth, May bear the gree, and a’ that; For a’ that, and a’ that, It’s coming yet for a’ that, That man to man, the warld o’er, Shall brothers be for a’ that! |
Robert Burns.
[1] Coarse woolen clothes. [2] Impudent fellow. [3] Fool: blockhead.
A New Arrival.
“The New Arrival” is a valuable poem because it expresses the joy of a young father over his new baby. If girls should be educated to be good mothers, so should boys be taught that fatherhood is the highest and holiest joy and right of man. The child is educator to the man. He teaches him how to take responsibility, how to give unbiased judgments, and how to be fatherly like “Our Father who is in Heaven.” (1844-.)