Chips, fragments and vestiges by Gail Hamilton collected and arranged by H. Augusta Dodge |
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A TRAGEDY
(AS NARRATED BY A LITTLE SCHOOL-MATE)
Young Albert leaned against the door
And looked upon the earth.
What sad event, thought I, has come
Thus to disturb your mirth?
When looking up with thoughtful brow,
He slowly said, “They've killed our cow.”
And looked upon the earth.
What sad event, thought I, has come
Thus to disturb your mirth?
When looking up with thoughtful brow,
He slowly said, “They've killed our cow.”
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'Twas ludicrous; a reaction
Over my feelings came.
“Who did the deed?” said I to him;
“Do you not know his name?”
“Dunnels,” said he, then told me how
The cruel man had “killed our cow.”
Over my feelings came.
“Who did the deed?” said I to him;
“Do you not know his name?”
“Dunnels,” said he, then told me how
The cruel man had “killed our cow.”
O what portentous thing shall come,
To agitate this earth!
Is war and rapine drawing near,
A famine or a dearth?
For something must be coming now
And why? because “they've killed our cow!”
To agitate this earth!
Is war and rapine drawing near,
A famine or a dearth?
For something must be coming now
And why? because “they've killed our cow!”
O moon that lookest down on us
With kindly smiling face,
Tell us what thing is coming to
Exterminate our race?
For surely, I suppose that thou,
Ere this, dost know “they've killed our cow!”
With kindly smiling face,
Tell us what thing is coming to
Exterminate our race?
For surely, I suppose that thou,
Ere this, dost know “they've killed our cow!”
O sun! the point whence light and heat
Do daily emanate,
Proclaim from thee to “Le Verrier”
This earth's peculiar state.
From thy high station deign to bow,
And tell to all “they've killed our cow!”
Do daily emanate,
Proclaim from thee to “Le Verrier”
This earth's peculiar state.
From thy high station deign to bow,
And tell to all “they've killed our cow!”
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O stars! ye fixed stars!
Stars of the milky way!
Who'rt suns, yet nothing can we see
Save but a feebler ray,
Proclaim through all thy systems now
This startling fact, “they've killed our cow!”
Stars of the milky way!
Who'rt suns, yet nothing can we see
Save but a feebler ray,
Proclaim through all thy systems now
This startling fact, “they've killed our cow!”
“My course is run, my errand done,”
I have proclaimed to all
Who live upon the surface of
This sublunary ball,
In the lines that I have written now,
The fact that “Dunnels killed our cow!”
I have proclaimed to all
Who live upon the surface of
This sublunary ball,
In the lines that I have written now,
The fact that “Dunnels killed our cow!”
Now may'st thou go, poetic Muse;
Perhaps I'll ne'er again
Call upon thee, at least till thou'rt
More willing to descend,
And may that be when I tell how
“Dunnels” again shall “kill our cow.”
Perhaps I'll ne'er again
Call upon thee, at least till thou'rt
More willing to descend,
And may that be when I tell how
“Dunnels” again shall “kill our cow.”
Abby.
Dec. 11, 1847.
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