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At Edmonton his loving wife

From the balcony espied
Her tender husband, wondering much

To see how he did ride.

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But yet his horse was not a whit

Inclined to tarry there;
For why ?- His owner had a house

Full ten miles off, at Ware.

So like an arrow swift he flew,

Shot by an archer strong;
So did he fly-which brings me to

The middle of my song.

Away went Gilpin out of breath,

And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's

His horse at last stood still.

The calender, amazed to see

His neighbour in such trim,
Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate

And thus accosted him :

" What news? what news? your tidings tell;

Tell me you must and shall;
Say why bare-headed you are come,

Or why you come at all ?”

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"I came because your horse would come;

And, if I well forebode,
Ny hat and wig will soon be here-

They are upon the road.”

The calender, right glad to find

His friend in merry pin, Returned him not a single word, · But to the house went in ;

Whence straight he came with hat and wig;

A wig that flowed behind,
A hat not much the worse for wear,

Each comely in its kind.

He held them up, and in his turn

Thus showed his ready wit:
My head is twice as big as yours,

They therefore needs must fit.

“But let me scrape the dirt away

That hangs upon your face;
And stop and eat, for well you may

Be in a hungry case.”

Said John, “It is my wedding-day,

And all the world would stare
If wife should dine at Edmonton,

And I should dine at Ware."


So, turning to his horse, he said,

“I am in haste to dine ; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here,

You shall go back for mine."

Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast !

For which he paid full dear; · For while he spake, a braying ass

Did sing most loud and clear;

Whereat his horse did snort, as he

Had heard a lion roar,
And galloped off with all his might,

As he had done before.

Away went Gilpin, and away

Went Gilpin's hat and wig : He lost them sooner than at first;

For why ?-they were too big.

Now Mistress Gilpin, when she saw

Her husband posting down Into the country far away,

She pulled out half-a-crown;

And thus unto the youth she said

That drove them to the Bell : " This shall be yours when you bring back

My husband safe and well.”

The youth did ride, and soon did meet

John coming back amain! Whom in a trice he tried to stop,

By catching at his rein :


But not performing what he meant

And gladly would have done,
Thu frighted steed he frighted more,

And made him faster run.

Away went Gilpin, and away

Went post-boy at his heels, .
The post-boy's horse right glad to miss

The lumbering of the wheels.

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Six gentlemen upon the road

Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
With post-boy scampering in the rear,

They raised the hue and cry :

“Stop thief! stop thief!-a highwayman !"

Not one of them was mute;
And all and each that passed that way

Did join in the pursuit.

And now the turnpike-gates again

Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before

That Gilpin rode a race.

And so he did ; and won it too :

For he got first to town;
Nor stopped till where he had got up

He did again get down.

Now let us sing, long live the king,

And Gilpin, long live he;
And when he next doth ride abroad,
May I be there to see !


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Bird of the wilderness,

Blithesome and cumberless,
Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea!

Emblem of happiness,

Blest is thy dwelling-place-
Oh to abide in the desert with thee!

Wild is thy lay, and loud,

Far in the downy cloud;
Love gives it energy, love gave it birth.

Where, on thy dewy wing,

Where art thou journeying?
Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.

O'er fell and fountain sheen,

O'er moor and mountain green,
O'er the red streamer that heralds the day,

Over the cloudlet dim,

Over the rainbow's rim,
Musical cherub, soar, singing, away!

Then, when the gloaming comes,

Low in the heather blooms
Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be!

Emblem of happiness,

Blest is thy dwelling-place-
Oh to abide in the desert with thee !


51. MUTABILITY. Cloud and sunshine, wind and weather,

Sense and sight, are fleeing fast; Time and tide must fail together,

Life and death will soon be past; But where day's last spark declines, Glory everlasting shines.


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