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A temple for ages entombed, to disclose, —
The roll which this reptile's long history records, A treat to the sage antiquarian affords:
The sense by obscure hieroglyphics concealed,
Half opened the other, but could not tell why;
To loosen the stone, which was fast in the sand; Pulled harder, then dozed, as I found 't was no
Awoke the next summer, and lo! it was loose. Crawled forth from the stone when completely awake;
Crept into a corner and grinned at a snake.
In the pleasant moist shade of a strawberry-bed.
The gray moss and lichen creep over the mould, Lying loose on a ponderous stone.
Now within this huge stone, like a king on his throne,
A toad has been sitting more years than is
Does this wonderful toad, in his cheerful abode In the innermost heart of that flinty old stone, By the gray-haired moss and the lichen o'ergrown.
Down deep in the hollow, from morning till night, Dun shadows glide over the ground, Where a watercourse once, as it sparkled with light,
Turned a ruined old mill-wheel around: Long years have passed by since its bed became dry,
And the trees grow so close, scarce a glimpse
of the sky
Is seen in the hollow, so dark and so damp, Where the glow-worm at noonday is trimming
And hardly a sound from the thicket around, Where the rabbit and squirrel leap over the
Is heard by the toad in his spacious abode In the innermost heart of that ponderous stone, By the gray-haired moss and the lichen o'ergrown.
Down deep in that hollow the bees never
The shade is too black for a flower; And jewel-winged birds, with their musical hum, Never flash in the night of that bower; But the cold-blooded snake, in the edge of the brake,
Lies amid the rank grass half asleep, halfawake; And the ashen-white snail, with the slime in
Moves wearily on like a life's tedious tale, Yet disturbs not the toad in his spacious abode, In the innermost heart of that flinty old stone, By the gray-haired moss and the lichen o'ergrown.
Down deep in a hollow some wiseacres sit Like the toad in his cell in the stone; Around them in daylight the blind owlets flit, And their creeds are with ivy o'ergrown ;Their streams may go dry, and the wheels cease to ply,
And their glimpses be few of the sun and the sky, Still they hug to their breast every time-hon
And slumber and doze in inglorious rest; For no progress they find in the wide sphere of mind,
And the world's standing still with all of their | Up flew the endowment, not weighing an ounce, And down, down the farthing-worth came with a bounce.
Contented to dwell deep down in the well,
Or move like the snail in the crust of his shell, Or live like the toad in his narrow abode, With their souls closely wedged in a thick wall of stone,
By further experiments (no matter how)
By the gray weeds of prejudice rankly o'ergrown. A sword with gilt trapping rose up in the scale,
Weighed less than a few grains of candor and sense;
Perhaps it was only by patience and care,
"What were they?" you ask. You shall pres- With the soul of a beggar to serve for a weight, When the former sprang up with so strong a rebuff
These scales were not made to weigh sugar and tea.
Together with articles small or immense,
From mountains or planets to atoms of sense.
Naught was there so bulky but there it would lay,
The first thing he weighed was the head of Voltaire,
That it made a vast rent and escaped at the roof!
THE CALIPH AND SATAN. VERSIFIED FROM THOLUCK'S TRANSLATION OUT OF THE PERSIAN.
IN heavy sleep the Caliph lay,
When some one called, "Arise, and pray!"
The angry Caliph cried, "Who dare
Then, from the corner of the room,
One time he put in Alexander the Great,
And though clad in armor from sandals to crown,
A long row of almshouses, amply endowed
"My name is Satan. Rise! obey
"Thy words are good," the Caliph said,
For matters cannot well be worse
For how can I thy words believe, When even God thou didst deceive?
A sea of lies art thou, our sin
"Not so," said Satan, "I serve God,
In tempting I both bless and curse,
Good coin is mixed with bad, my brother,
Tell then the truth, for well I know
Loud laughed the fiend. "You know me well,
If you had missed your prayer, I knew
And such repentance would have been
A good, outweighing far the sin.
OUR revels now are ended. These our actors,