3. When thus your gathered crowns I see, Young queens of nature undefiled! Methinks your only throne should be The bosom of a little child. 4. Yet breathe once more upon my sense; Ah, take my kiss your leaves among! Ye fill me with a bliss intense, Ye stir my soul to humblest song. 5. And not alone ye solace bring, Sweet blossoms! to my present hour; In every fairy cup and ring I find a spell of memory's power. 6. In every odorous breath I feel That thus, in other spring-times gay, 7. And there were friends with loving eyes, And cheerful step, and words of mirth, And there was heaven with smiling skies, That bade us look beyond the earth. 8. Therefore my gentlest thanks I sing To her who sent these tender flowers; They to my present, solace bring, And to my memory, vanished hours. In the old town in which I live, The event occurred of which I mean to speak; To know what town that is, ye need not seek ; No further information shall I give. In this town is an annual fair, Such as, I will be bound to say, May not be met with everywhere. Then all the people look extremely gay, And all the children have a holiday: Then there are cows, and sheep, and pigs to sell, And more than I can tell; And booths are ranged in rows, Glass necklaces, and copper rings, And pins, and gloves, and bracelets, combs, and boxes, All crammed with lions, elephants, and foxes! Horses and coaches, whips and penny-trumpets : Filled with sweet cakes, and ginger-bread, and crumpets; And then there is the learned pig, And the great 'Mister Bigg,' The famous English Patagonian; And the gray pony that can dance so well; That in seven languages can read and spell, Till you can scarcely keep your legs at all. There came, the night before, A famous dancing bear, And several monkeys on his back he bore ; But with the monkeys we have nought to do— The bear alone concerns our story. Now as night's curtain had begun to drop, And they had travelled far, The master of the bear resolved to stop, Just where the town lay stretching out before ye, Until the morning, at the Golden Star; So, without more ado, The bear was led Into a little shed, THE BEAR AND THE BAKERS. And housed, as they thought, for the night. Walked out; nor did mine hostess nor her daughters, By this time it was dark enough; And there he wandered up and down- A baker from the town Was carrying fagots for the morning; And he had not gone far Before he saw what he supposed an ass, In the dusk nightfall, shaggy, wild, and black; He threw the fagots on his back, To meet with such a beast! Bruin, thus taken by surprise, Began to prance And growl, and stare with fiery eyes. The man, who never in the least Expected such a spirited retort, Stopped for a moment short; Then sprang along o'er smooth and rough, Expecting that a thing So wild and gruff Upon his back would make a sudden spring, And eat him at a mouthful, sure enough! 157 Poor Bruin had no such intent, But on he went, Down to a neighbouring lane, But in my second part I will explain PART IL 'Twas on the confines of that common hoary, Which, like a wall, stood up against the laneBecause the common was much higher groundSo that the houses standing there Seemed at the back only one single story, Though, in the front, they all of them were twain. 'Twas to the back of such a house he came, So that he found, Without being in the least to blame, His nose against a window-grate Which opened straight Into a well-stored larder. In this small house there dwelt another baker, A famous man for penny-pies ; Of cakes and ginger-bread a noted maker, |