He went to the windows of those who slept,
And over each pane, like a fairy crept;
Wherever he breathed--wherever he stepped--
Most beautiful things were seen
By morning's first light!--there flowers and trees,
With bevies of birds, and swarms of bright bees;--
There were cities--temples, and towers; and these,
All pictured in silvery sheen!
But one thing he did that was hardly fair--
He peeped in the cupboard, and, finding there
That none had remembered for him to prepare,
"Now, just to set them a-thinking,
I'll bite their rich basket of fruit," said he,
"This burly old pitcher--I'll burst it in three!
And the glass with the water they've left for me
Shall 'tchick!' to tell them I'm drinking!"
=Vivy Vain=
Miss Vain was all given to dress--
Too fond of gay clothing; and so,
She'd gad about town
Just to show a new gown,
As a train-band their color to show.
Her head being empty and light,
Whene'er she obtained a new hat,
With pride in her air,
She'd go round, here and there,
For all whom she knew to see that.
Her folly was chiefly in this:
More highly she valued fine looks,
Than virtue or truth,
Or devoting her youth
To usefulness, friendship, or books.
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