THE ONENESS OF THE PHILOSOPHER WITH NATURE.

  I love to see the little stars
    All dancing to one tune;
  I think quite highly of the Sun,
    And kindly of the Moon.

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  The million forests of the Earth
    Come trooping in to tea. 
  The great Niagara waterfall
    Is never shy with me.

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  I am the tiger’s confidant,
    And never mention names: 
  The lion drops the formal “Sir,”
    And lets me call him James.

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  Into my ear the blushing Whale
    Stammers his love.  I know
  Why the Rhinoceros is sad,
    —­Ah, child! ’twas long ago.

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  I am akin to all the Earth
    By many a tribal sign: 
  The aged Pig will often wear
    That sad, sweet smile of mine.

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  My niece, the Barnacle, has got
    My piercing eyes of black;
  The Elephant has got my nose,
    I do not want it back.

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  I know the strange tale of the Slug;
    The Early Sin—­the Fall—­
  The Sleep—­the Vision—­and the Vow—­
    The Quest—­the Crown—­the Call.

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  And I have loved the Octopus,
    Since we were boys together. 
  I love the Vulture and the Shark: 
    I even love the weather.

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  I love to bask in sunny fields,
    And when that hope is vain,
  I go and bask in Baker Street,
    All in the pouring rain.

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  Come snow! where fly, by some strange law,
    Hard snowballs—­without noise—­
  Through streets untenanted, except
    By good unconscious boys.

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  Come fog! exultant mystery—­
    Where, in strange darkness rolled,
  The end of my own nose becomes
    A lovely legend old.

  Come snow, and hail, and thunderbolts,
    Sleet, fire, and general fuss;
  Come to my arms, come all at once—­
    Oh photograph me thus!

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OF THE DANGERS ATTENDING ALTRUISM ON THE HIGH SEAS.

  Observe these Pirates bold and gay,
    That sail a gory sea: 
  Notice their bright expression:—­
    The handsome one is me.

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  We plundered ships and harbours,
    We spoiled the Spanish main;
  But Nemesis watched over us,
    For it began to rain.

  Oh all well-meaning folk take heed! 
    Our Captain’s fate was sore;
  A more well-meaning Pirate,
    Had never dripped with gore.

  The rain was pouring long and loud,
    The sea was drear and dim;
  A little fish was floating there: 
    Our Captain pitied him.