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Stand on two legs strong and tight, Sir,
Head and hands are easily got; Now thou'rt ready-off like light, Sir, Scamper with the water-pot!
Scamper! Scamper !
Till there goeth
See! how down the bank he's springing,
Quickly he has reached the stream; Back, the flashing water bringing,
Comes he like the lightning's beam! Yet a second trip-how steady
In the bath the water grows !
Half the river !
Oh! the word to make him tarry,
And his former shape restore! How he loves to run and carry !
Were he but a Broom once more! Torrents new and never ceasing
Still he hastes to bring and pour ; Countless billows, still increasing, Round and o'er me rush and roar!
No, no longer
Stop this gaming!
Oh! thou offspring of a devil !
Shall the entire house be drowned? See! the wave mounts o'er the level
Of the sills, and sweeps around. Broom, forever cursed and hateful,
Deaf to every just request,
And with this sharp axe I'll sever
See! he comes more full than ever!
"Tis the instant to pursue himNow, oh goblin, down forever;
Crashing goes the sharp edge through him. Bravely done! one fair feat over!
See! his body's split in twain !
Storm and thunder!
How they run! now faster, hotter,
Through the halls, and down the stairs. What an everlasting water!
Lord and master! hear my prayers ! Ah! he comes to stay the evil
Master, awful is the need! Easy 'tis to raise the devil,
But a harder task to lead !
6 Besom! Besom!
Shape be taken;
HONOUR TO WOMAN.
Honour to woman! She twineth the flowers
And weaveth in beauty love's exquisite band ; And veiling her charms, with a deathless devotion, She feedeth the flame of each sacred emotion,
With heart ever faithful, and holiest hand.
Ever from truth's boundaries breaking,
Man's rude strength delights to sweep;
Into passion's stormy deep.
On his heart no Sabbath beams,
The fair image of his dreams.
But with the enchantment of magical glances,