Or lurk all day by running brooks VI. So let the thoughtless sneer or laugh; She gave thee instinct to obey, Her faultless hand designed thy prey; And if thou killest, well we know 'Tis need, not sport, compels the blow. VII. And while I plead thy simple case Thy self-reliance strong as fate. VIII. Should stormy wind, or thunder-shower Or the prim gardener's rake destroy The clever mathematic maze Thou spreadest in our garden ways, IX. Thou mayst perchance deplore thy lot, Το X. And that the Providence whose plan Will ne'er accord its aid divine To those who lazily repine; But that all strength to those is given Who help themselves, and trust in Heaven. Poor insect to that faith I cling— I learn thy lesson while I sing. THE OLD YEAR'S REMONSTRANCE. I. THE Old Year lay on his death-bed lone, The fading eyes in his snow-white head 66 II. Did you not promise when I was born"— "To treat me kindly-not to scorn— And to the debts you owed my sire? Did you not vow, with an earnest heart, Your unconsidered hours to hive? And to throw no day in waste away, Of my three hundred sixty-five? III. "Did you not swear to your secret self, Before my beard was a second old, That whatever you'd done to my fathers gone, You'd prize my minutes more than gold? Did you not own, with a keen regret, That the past was a time of waste and sin ? But that with me, untainted yet, Wisdom and duty should begin? IV. 66 Did you not oft the vow renew That never with me should folly dwell? V. "Did you not fail?-but my tongue is weak Your sad short-comings to recall.” And the Old Year sobbed-he could not speak He turned his thin face to the wall. "Old Year! Old Year! I've done you wrong— Hear my repentance ere you die! Linger awhile!" Ding-dong, ding-dong— VI. "Old Year! Old Year!" he could not hear, He yielded placidly his breath. I loved him little while he was here, THE NEW YEAR'S PROMISES. I. THE New Year came with a bounding step, While the brazen rhymes of the church-bell chimes, Hurried along on the crisp cold air, To herald his birth to thee and me. II. He stood beside us fair and young, He laid his warm hand upon mine; Our hearth glowed bright with a cheerful light, III. I know not if the merry guests IV. "My sire," quoth he, "is dead and gone; He served thee ill or served thee well, |