And now no house on Woodcombe land Is put much better out of hand Than this, that I, through time and tide, W. I'll try with heart, and hand, and head, H. A few years since my wheels, unmade, And my new ploughshare's grey-blue blade But now I have my gear, and now Have bought two mares to haul or plough. I waited on, in careful mood, For stock to win our livelihood. W. Aye 'work and wait's' the wisest way, NO TWO DAYS ALIKE AYE, no two days, in all the year, May fall alike in ev'ry way; Alike in clouds that skies may show, In all their glowing dyes, Alike in winds, as low or high, Or east or west, or wet or dry. Alike in birds, that gripe the bark, Dispers'd about the ground; Below a moon, as thin a bow, Or full, with stars as high or low. Alike in ev'ry face, to take Its place, with all its looks again, And tongues to speak the same kind words, Or call again each name. Alike in trodden path, and flow'r Below the feet, the selfsame hour. If night can never fall to men Then how shall merry cheer outlast The many-nighted year; Or why should time no more fulfil Our hope for change to good from ill? SEE-SAW A HOUSEWIFE TO A NEIGHBOUR H. So you are out of tea, then, quite, And out of candle for the night? N. And must be till the flood is down, H. Come in, then, you shall have your share Of anything that I can spare; It would be hard if my good friends Did me good turns, without amends. Would always make the fellow two. N. As we had pull'd the uppermost Grey rail, out clear of post and post, H. And, so as you lift me, I'll try To lift up you, if I am high; Some evil day, if I let you Fall down, why, I may tumble too. |