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390 SELECTED POETRY.

And, O! what delight did this fair maiden reap,
When she found a lost brother, in the poor little sweep
"Sweep, chimney sweep!"

6. With rapture, she gazed on each black sooty feature,
And hugged to her bosom the foul-smelling creature;
Who, saved by a sister, no longer need creep
Through lanes, courts, and alleys, a poor little sweep.
"Sweep, chimney sweep!"
UPTON.

SUSAN AND JACK.

1. The poor man came home, 'twas a cot on the moor,
And his children to welcome him stood at the door.
"Ah, papa! dear papa! my sister and I 
Ate nothing to-day; but I told her——by and by,
When the sun was gone down, and one hardly could see,
We should fully be feasted with mamma and thee."

2. As he said it, Jack seized on the father with joy,
Who placed on his knee the affectionate boy,
And two or three kisses with fervor impressed,
As his child with a heart full of grief he addressed: 
"Dear Jack, when I went in the morning away, 
I thought to bring something at closing of day;
But I wrought in the snow and the keen biting blast,
And have brought nothing home but a brown crust at last.

3. Here, Jack, go divide it with Susan, and share 
All your parents, a pitiful portion, can spare."

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He took it, and offered his father a part;
But when he said, "No, Jack," it grieved him at heart:
Then he offered the piece to his mother, but she 
Said, "'This hardly enough for dear Susan and thee."

4. He threw down the crust, put his hand to his eye,
And burst into tears, but could hardly tell why.
And Susan rejoined,'twould be ten times more sweet,
If her parents would share it, and with them would eat.
Then they smiled, and they wept, and divided their store
A crust of brown bread was a supper for four.
In the fulness of sorrow they found a relief,
For Susan and Jack were the joy of grief.

RECOLLECTIONS OF CHILDHOOD

1. How often I think of the scenes of my childhood—
The meadows and fields where the wild flowers grew;
The orchards, the pond, the glade, and the wildwood;
And the social delights that my infancy knew;

2. The dew-spangled lawn, and the green grassy meadow;
The copse where the birds warbled sweetly their lay;
Where oft, in the wide-spreading trees' ample shadow,
We felt the sea breeze in the heat of the day.

3. I remember the road, with its winding and turning;
The green living hedgerow that skirted the way;
The field it enclosed where the brick-kiln was burning;
And the pits where they dug up the smooth yellow clay.

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