THE POOR VOTER ON ELECTION DAY. 165 To thy full thoughts, gay or sad, Well assured that thou wilt take THE POOR VOTER ON ELECTION DAY THE proudest now is but my peer, The highest not more high; To-day, alike are great and small, Who serves to-day upon the list To-day let pomp and vain pretence I set a plain man's common sense While there's a grief to seek redress, Where weighs our living manhood less TRUST. THE same old baffling questions! O, my friend The lamps of science, nor the natural light Of Reason's sun and stars! I cannot learn Their great and solemn meanings, nor discern The awful secrets of the eyes which turn Evermore on us through the day and night With silent challenge and a dumb demand, Proffering the riddles of the dread unknown, Like the calm Sphinxes, with their eyes of stone, Questioning the centuries from their veils of sand! I have no answer for myself or thee, Save that I learned beside my mother's knee; “All is of God that is, and is to be And God is good." Let this suffice us still, Who moves to his great ends unthwarted by the ill KATHLEEN. 167 KATHLEEN.18 O NORAH, lay your basket down, There was a lord of Galaway, A maid of low degree. But he was old, and she was young, And so, in evil spite, She baked the black bread for his kin, And fed her own with white. She whipped the maids and starved the kern, And drove away the poor; "Ah, woe is me!" the old lord said, "I rue my bargain sore!" This lord he had a daughter fair, Beloved of old and young, And nightly round the shealing fires "As sweet and good is young Kathleen As Eve before her fall;" So sang the harper at the fair, So harped he in the hall. "O, come to me, my daughter dear! Come sit upon my knee, For looking in your face, Kathleen, Your mother's own I see!" He smoothed and smoothed her hair away, O, then spake up the angry dame, "I'll sell ye o'er the sea!" She clipped her glossy hair away, And sent her down to Limerick town, This daughter of an Irish lord For ten good pounds in gold. The lord he smote upon his breast, Sure that same night the Banshee howled She watched them glancing through the trees, "Get up, old man! the wake-lights shine!" KATHLEEN. "O, whoso brings my daughter back, "But give to me your daughter dear, My daughter is a lady born, But she shall be your bride the day He sailed East, he sailed West, "O, have ye seen the young Kathleen, Ye'll know her by her eyes so blue, Out spake an ancient man, "I know "No skill hath she in household work, So up they walked through Boston town, A little basket on her arm 169 |