So do not thus with crabbed frowns appall Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan! them. For these are kindly ministers of nature, To soothe all covert hurts and dumb distress; Pretty they be, and very small of stature, For mercy still consorts with littleness; Wherefore the sum of good is still the less, And mischief greatest in this world of wrong; So do these charitable dwarfs redress The tenfold ravages of giants strong, To whom great malice and great might belong. THOMAS HOOD. A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT. WHA HAT was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat, And breaking the golden lilies afloat He tore out a reed, the great god Pan, And the broken lilies a-dying lay, High on the shore sate the great god Pan, Till there was not a sign of a leaf indeed To prove it fresh from the river. He cut it short, did the great god Pan; Then drew the pith like the heart of a man, Then notched the poor dry empty thing In holes as he sate by the river. This is the way," laughed the great god Pan, To make sweet music, they could suc- Then dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed, He blew in power by the river. Piercing sweet by the river! Blinding sweet, O great god Pan! The sun on the hills forgot to die, Yet half a beast is the great god Pan, The true gods sigh for the cost and the For the reed that grows nevermore again As a reed with the reeds in the river. ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. FROM "THE BLESSED HE blessed damozel leaned out And the stars in her hair were seven. Her robe ungirt from clasp to hem, Nor wrought flowers did adorn, It was the rampart of God's house By God built over the starry depth, So high that looking downward thence, It lies in heaven, across the flood With flame and darkness ridge Heard hardly some of her new friends And still she bowed herself, and stooped |