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His scruples thus silenced, Tom felt more at ease, And went with his comrades the apples to seize ; He blamed and protested, but join'd in the plan He shared in the plunder, but pitied the man.
THE MORNING DREAM.
'Twas in the glad season of spring,
Asleep at the dawn of the day, I dream'd what I cannot but sing,
So pleasant it seem'd as I lay. I dream'd that, on ocean afloat,
Far hence to the westward I sailid, While the billows high lifted the boat,
And the fresh, blowing breeze never fail'd. In the steerage a woman I saw,
Such at least was the form that she wore, Whose beauty impress’d me with awe,
Ne'er taught me by woman before. She sat, and a shield at her side
Shed light, like a sun on the waves, And smiling divinely, she cried
“I go to make freemen of slaves.”
Then raising her voice to a strain
The sweetest that ear ever heard, She sung of the slave's broken chain,
Wherever her glory appear'd.
Some clouds, which had over us hung,
Fled, chased by her melody clear, And methought while she liberty sung,
'Twas liberty only to hear.
Thus swiftly dividing the flood,
To a slave-cultured island we came,
Oppression his terrible name.
A scourge hung with lashes he bore,
From Africa's sorrowful shore.
But soon as approaching the land,
That goddess-like woman he view'd, The scourge he let fall from his hand,
With blood of his subjects imbrued. I saw him both sicken and die,
And the moment the monster expired, Heard shouts, that ascended the sky,
From thousands with rapture inspired.
Awaking, how could I but muse
At what such a dream should betide ? But soon my ear caught the glad news,
Which served my weak thought for a guide ; That Britannia, renown'd o'er the waves
For the hatred she ever has shown To the black-sceptred rulers of slaves,
Resolves to have none of her own.
THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN
Showing how he went farther than he intended,
and came safe home again.
JOHN GILPIN was a citizen
Of credit and renown,
Of famous London town.
Though weldded we have been
No holiday have seen.
My sister, and my sister's child,
Myself, and children three,
On horseback after we.
He soon replied, I do admire
Of womankind but one,
Therefore it shall be done.
I am a linendraper bold,
As all the world doth know,
Will lend his horse to go."
Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, That's well said ;
And for that wine is dear,
Which is both bright and clear."
John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife;
O'erjoyed was he to find,
She had a frugal mind.
The morning came, the chaise was brought,
But yet was not allow'd
Should say that she was proud.
So three doors off the chaise was stay'd,
Where they did all get in;
To dash through thick and thin.
Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,
Were never folks so glad,
Johr Gilpin at his horse's side
Seized fast the flowing mane, And up he got, in haste to ride,
But soon came down again ;
For saddletree scarce reach'd had he,
His journey to begin,
Three customers come in.
So down he came; for loss of time,
Although it grieved him sore,
Would trouble him much more.
'Twas long before the customers
Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs,
The wine is left behind !
Good lack ! quoth heyet bring it me,
My leathern belt likewise,
When I do exercise.
Now mistress Gilpin (careful soul!)
Had two stone bottles found,
And keep it safe and sound.