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Then when he saw it would hold no more,
“I'faith, 'tis an excellent bonfire!” quoth he, “ And the country is greatly obliged to me, “For ridding it in these times forlorn “ Of rats, that only consume the corn.”
So then to his palace returned he,
In the morning as he enter'd the hall,
As he look'd there came a man from the farm, He had a countenance white with alarm; “My lord, I open’d your granaries this morn, “ And the rats had eaten all your corn.”
Another came running presently,
to my tower on the Rhine,” replied he, 66 "Tis the safest place in Germany; “ The walls are high, and the shores are steep, “ And the stream is strong, and the water deep."
Bishop Hatto fearfully hasten'd away,
Ile listen'd and look’d; it was only the cat;
For they have swam over the river so deep,
They are not to be told by the dozen or score,
Down on his knees the Bishop fell,
And in at the windows, and in at the door,
They have whetted their teeth against the stones,
The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled ;
Shone round him o'er the dead.
The flames rolld on. He would not go
Without his father's word;
His voice no longer heard.
“If yet my task is done,”
Unconscious of his son.
“If I may yet be gone!”
And fast the flames rollid on.
And in his waving hair,
In still, yet brave despair;
“My Father! must I stay? "
The wreathing fires made way.
They wrapt the ship in splendour wild,
They caught the flag on high,
Like banners in the sky.
The boy-oh! where was he?
With fragments strewed the sea,
That well had borne their part;
Was that young faithful heart!
15.-"HOW'S MY BOY?" Ho, sailor of the sea! “How's my boy–my boy? “What's your boy's name, good wife, “ And in what good ship sail'd he?” “My boy John“ He that went to sea“What care I for the ship, sailor? “My boy's my boy to me. “ You come back from sea “And not know my John ? "I might as well have asked some landsman 6. Yonder down in the town. “ There's not an ass in all the parish “But he knows my John.
How's my boy-my boy? “And unless you
let me know “I'll swear you are no sailor,
“Blue jacket or no
Why should I speak low, sailor?"
What care I for the ship, sailor? “I never was aboard her. “Be she afloat, or be she aground, “Sinking or swimming, I'll be bound, “Her owners can afford her! I say, how's
John ?" Every man on board went down, " Every man aboard her.” “How's my boy-my boy? " What care I for the men, sailor? " I'm not their mother“How's my boy-my boy? 66 Tell me of him and no other!
How's my boy—my boy?”
Through the moist air I see,
All bright and clear to me.