There piped a piper in the wood
Strange music — soft and sweet —
And all the little wild things
Came hurrying to his feet.

They sat around him on the grass,
Enchanted, unafraid,
And listened, as with shining eyes
Sweet melodies he made.

The wood grew green, and flowers sprang up,
The birds began to sing;
For the music it was magic,
And the piper's name was — Spring!

There , pay it, James! 'tis cheaply earned;
My conscience! how one's cabman charges!
But never mind, so I'm returned
Safe to my native street of Clarges.
I've just an hour for one cigar
(What style these Reinas have, and what ash! )
One hour to watch the evening star
With just one Curaçao-and-potash.

Ah me! that face beneath the leaves
And blossoms of its piquant bonnet!
Who would have thought that forty thieves

There once were some people called Sioux
Who spent all their time making shioux
Which they colored in various hioux;
Don't think that they made them to ioux
Oh, no! they just sold them for bioux.

O, sad when grass is green,
O, sad when blue-bells blow,
Sad, sad 'mid lily sheen,
Laburnum's rippled glow,
And all the things that grow,
And are not sad —
Sad! sad!

O, sad when lambkins skip,
O, sad when children play,
Sad, sad, when to my lip
Is pressed the dewy may,
And all the bright things say: —
" Why art thou sad? "
Sad! sad!

The minutes have their trusts as they go by,
To bear His love who wings their viewless flight;
To Him they bear their record as they fly,
Nor from their ceaseless round can they alight;
Rich with the life Thou liv'st they come to me,
Oh may I all that life to others show;
That they from strife may rise and rest in Thee,
And all thy peace in Christ by me may know;
Then shall the morning call me from my rest,
With joyful hope that I thy child may live;
And when the evening comes 'twill make me blest
To know that I a night to others give;

Awake ye dead! the summons has gone forth,
That bids you leave the dark enclosing grave;
From east to west 'tis heard, from south to north
The word goes forth the imprisoned souls to save;
Though ye have on the garments of the dead,
And the fourth day have slept within the earth,
Come forth! you shall partake the living bread,
And be a witness of the spirit's birth;
Awake ye faithful! throw your grave clothes by,
He whom you seek is risen, he bids you rise;
The cross again on earth is lifted high,
Turn to its healing sight your closing eyes;

Thou who first called me from the sleep of death,
Thee may I ever as my Father love;
In Thee my being find, in Thee my breath,
And never from Thyself again remove;
On Thee alone I wait, and Thee I serve;
Thou art my morn, my noon, and evening hour;
May I from thy commandments never swerve,
So wilt Thou be to me a heavenly dower;
Friends, brothers, wife, shall all be found in Thee,
Children, whose love for me shall ne'er grow cold;
And Thou the Father still o'er all shall be,
In thine embrace thy children ever hold;

There is no change of time and place with Thee,
Where'er I go with me 'tis still the same;
Within thy presence I rejoice to be,
And always hallow thy most holy name;
The world doth ever change; there is no peace
Among the shallows of its storm-vexed breast;
With every breath the frothy waves increase,
They toss up mire and dirt, they cannot rest;
I thank Thee that within thy strong-built ark
My soul across the uncertain sea can sail,
And though the night of death be long and dark
My hopes in Christ shall reach within the veil;

The son of Man, where shall he find repose?
Ever a homeless wanderer o'er the earth,
No brother's there, no sister's love he knows,
A stranger in the land that gave him birth;
Who will receive the pilgrim on his way,
The cup of water to his dry lips hold?
A prophet's gift the welcome shall repay,
For he a keeper is of Christ's own fold;
He asks no pittance from your earthly store,
He asks your will, your life to him be given;
Give, and the life you lose he will restore,
And lead you onward to the gates of heaven;

There once was a cow with a double udder.
When I think of it now, I just have to Shudder!
She was too much for One, you can bet your Life:
She had to be Milked by a Man and his Wife.