THE BROWNIES IN CHINA.

And then the odd-shaped roof would bend
Or yield, and with its load descend,

And only mystic powers could save

The Brownies from an early grave.

It has to be a fearful squall,

It has to be a stunning fall,

It needs must be a wild affair

In shape of beast, or bird of air

That can subdue the lively band,

Or bring their actions to a stand.

 

Oh, could we mortals, toiling here
Upon this fast-revolving sphere,

Like them surmount the greatest ill
And bravely face the music still,

We might do many things I trow
We ’ll leave unfinished when we go!
Not often strangers penetrate

Into that country old and great,
And when they do some years go by

 

While they one half its wonders spy, ~ nN a
So do not marvel that the band

Were some weeks passing through the land,

And oft were prompted to declare

It paid them well to journey there.

 

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