And asked a draught from the spring that flowed She stooped where the cool spring bubbled up, And blushed as she gave it, looking down "Thanks!" said the Judge; "a sweeter draught He spoke of the grass and flowers and trees, Then talked of the haying, and wondered whether And Maud forgot her brier-torn gown, And listened, while a pleased surprise At last, like one who for delay Seeks a vain excuse, he rode away. Maud Muller looked and sighed: "Ah me! "He would dress me up in silks so fine, "My father should wear a broadcloth coat; My brother should sail a painted boat. 10 15 20 5 "I'd dress my mother so grand and gay, And the baby should have a new toy each day. "And I'd feed the hungry and clothe the poor. And all should bless me who left our door." The Judge looked back as he climbed the hill, "A form more fair, a face more sweet, "And her modest answer and graceful air 10 Show her wise and good as she is fair. "Would she were mine, and I to-day, Like her, a harvester of hay: "No doubtful balance of rights and wrongs, 15 "But low of cattle and song of birds, 20 But he thought of his sisters, proud and cold, So, closing his heart, the Judge rode on, But the lawyers smiled that afternoon, And the young girl mused beside the well He wedded a wife of richest dower, Who lived for fashion, as he for power. Yet oft, in his marble hearth's bright glow, Oft, when the wine in his glass was red, And closed his eyes on his garnished rooms And the proud man sighed, with a secret pain, "Ah, that I were free again! "Free as when I rode that day, 5 10 Where the barefoot maiden raked her hay." 15 She wedded a man unlearned and poor, But care and sorrow, and childbirth pain, And oft, when the summer sun shone hot And she heard the little spring brook fall 20 And, gazing down with timid grace, Sometimes her narrow kitchen walls 5 The weary wheel to a spinet turned, And for him who sat by the chimney lug, A manly form at her side she saw, 10 And joy was duty and love was law. Then she took up her burden of life again, Alas for maiden, alas for Judge, For rich repiner and household drudge! 15 God pity them both! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. 20 For of all sad words of tongue or pen, Ah, well! for us all some sweet hope lies And, in the hereafter, angels may SKIPPER IRESON'S RIDE Of all the rides since the birth of time, Or one-eyed Calendar's horse of brass, The strangest ride that ever was sped 5 10 Body of turkey, head of owl, Wings adroop like a rained-on fowl, 15 Skipper Ireson stood in the cart. "Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Wrinkled scolds with hands on hips, |