August
What time the Child did travel,
'To Pharaoh's land addressed,
When only roofless gravel
Was all His place of rest,
He found a deputation
Of beasts upon His path,
Who made a fair oration,
And offered spoil and math.
The eagle was the speaker;
(Who is the king of birds)
He spake for dumb and weaker,
And these were all his words:
I have a perilous eyrie
Where Thou may'st well repose
Myself will never weary,
But watch, and slay Thy foes.
A pair of storks invite Thee
To share their lowland rest.
Their house may well delight Thee:
Tis a capacious nest.
And softer than a billow
Of down the thistles shed,
The eider-duck a pillow
Provideth for Thy head.
A silly sheep conceiveth
To offer Thee a coat.
The spider saith she weaveth
Exceeding neat by rote.
A board of lentils showeth
A rosy cockatoo;
The ears of corn he knoweth
Are neither lean nor few.
A basket filled with honey
The tribute of the bees;
Golder than Caesar's money…
I praise the gift of these.
A brace of kids relinquish
The moiety of their milk.
I can no more distinguish
The gifts of wool and silk
The Bambino:
Lord eagle, tis My pleasure
Thou tell both bird and beast
I take and I will treasure
The gifts, unto the least
I hold a strait commission
Which doth not yet allow,
In matter of condition
That I assume them now.
But in My house of plenty,
Where all repletion is,
Larder and press were scanty
If it were not for these.
'To Pharaoh's land addressed,
When only roofless gravel
Was all His place of rest,
He found a deputation
Of beasts upon His path,
Who made a fair oration,
And offered spoil and math.
The eagle was the speaker;
(Who is the king of birds)
He spake for dumb and weaker,
And these were all his words:
I have a perilous eyrie
Where Thou may'st well repose
Myself will never weary,
But watch, and slay Thy foes.
A pair of storks invite Thee
To share their lowland rest.
Their house may well delight Thee:
Tis a capacious nest.
And softer than a billow
Of down the thistles shed,
The eider-duck a pillow
Provideth for Thy head.
A silly sheep conceiveth
To offer Thee a coat.
The spider saith she weaveth
Exceeding neat by rote.
A board of lentils showeth
A rosy cockatoo;
The ears of corn he knoweth
Are neither lean nor few.
A basket filled with honey
The tribute of the bees;
Golder than Caesar's money…
I praise the gift of these.
A brace of kids relinquish
The moiety of their milk.
I can no more distinguish
The gifts of wool and silk
The Bambino:
Lord eagle, tis My pleasure
Thou tell both bird and beast
I take and I will treasure
The gifts, unto the least
I hold a strait commission
Which doth not yet allow,
In matter of condition
That I assume them now.
But in My house of plenty,
Where all repletion is,
Larder and press were scanty
If it were not for these.
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