36 THE SILVER LAKE STORIES.

My silver cup! my silver cup! 80 beautiful and
bright,

From which the good sweet milk I drank at morn-
ing and at night;

My name and age were oD it, and there too was
grandma’s name,

To tell whene’er I looked at it from whom the
present came ,

And when she comes and hears that I have
dropped it in the well,

Oh, what to say to grandmamma I cannot, can-
not tell.

My silver cup! my silver cup! oh, grandmamma
will say

I should have a cup of pewter, or a brittle one of
clay ;

That I seized it carelessly, and flew to the well
to take a drink,