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Hereafter ?—And do you think to look
To find her failings, faults, and errors ?
In your own secret sins and terrors !
THE EMPEROR’S BIRD'S NEST.
Once the Emperor Charles of Spain,
With his swarthy, grave commanders,
Some old frontier town of Flanders.
Up and down the dreary camp,
In great boots of Spanish leather,
Cursed the Frenchmen, cursed the weather.
Thus as to and fro they went,
Over upland and through hollow,
Giving their impatience vent,
In her nest they spied a swallow.
Yes, it was a swallow's nest,
Built of clay and hair of horses,
Mane, or tail, or dragoon's crest,
Found on hedge-rows east and west,
After skirmish of the forces.
Then an old Hidalgo said,
As he twirled his gray mustachio, “ Sure this swallow overhead Thinks the Emperor's tent a shed,
And the Emperor but a Macho !”
Hearing his imperial name
Coupled with those words of malice, Half in anger, half in shame, Forth the great campaigner came
Slowly from his canvas palace.
** Let no hand the bird molest,”
Said he solemnly, “nor hurt her ! ” Adding then, by way of jest,
“ Golondrina is my guest,
”T is the wife of some deserter!”
Swift as bowstring speeds a shaft,
Through the camp was spread the rumor', And the soldiers, as they quaffed Flemish beer at dinner, laughed
At the Emperor's pleasant humor.
So unharmed and unafraid
Sat the swallow still and brooded,
And the siege was thus concluded.
Then the army, elsewhere bent,
Struck its tents as if disbanding,
Very curtly, “ Leave it standing ! ”
So it stood there all alone,
Loosely flapping, torn and tattered, Till the brood was fledged and flown, Singing o'er those walls of stone
Which the cannon-shot had shattered.
THE GOLDEN MILE-STONE.
LEAFLESS are the trees ; their purple branches
From the hundred chimneys of the village,
At the window winks the flickering fire-light ; Here and there the lamps of evening glimmer,
Social watch-fires Answering one another through the darkness.
On the hearth the lighted logs are glowing,
For its freedom