A LYKIC OF THE CUTTALOSSA. 



"Oh what a cup for cider! 



I'll put it to that use, 

 And drink from it genial bumpers 



Ofbeadv apple-juice." 

 Then this colored man and brother 



Glanced warily toward the mill, 

 Low humming across the valley, 



And the farm-house on the hill. 



Then spake, "One Whittier owns it; 



But I do not care a— clam, 

 Not one whit I err in taking. 



For wittier I am. 

 For wit I e'er was famous, 



In logic I bear the palm. 

 So away I'll bear the palm-fruit. 



And hie to the land of Haml 

 So he quick annexed the cocoa— 



His conscience gave no qualm 

 Saying with tragic Kichard, 



"This much for Buckingham I 



The elves awakening, seeing 



The spoiler had been there, 

 The Satyrs stamped their goat-hoots, 



The Naiads tore their hair. 

 And fearing the wrath of Dian— 

 She of the groves and fields— 

 The Naiads took to the water, 

 The Satyrs took to their heels. 



While this brother bore his treasure 



Homeward, and late that night 

 He tapped the frothing cider, 



With blithesome heart and iiglit. 

 But oh, what horrors seized him 



When he to drink essayed; 



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