 tents were all silent, the banners alone,
    The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.

    And the widows of Asshur are loud in their wail;
    And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
    And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
    Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
         --GEORGE GORDON, LORD BYRON.




        THE ARROW AND THE SONG


    I shot an arrow into the air,
    It fell to earth, I knew not where;
    For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
    Could not follow in its flight.

    I breathed a song into the air,
    It fell to earth, I knew not where;
    For who has sight so keen and strong,
    That it can follow the flight of song?

    Long, long afterwards, in an oak,
    I found the arrow, still unbroke;
    And the song, from beginning to end,
    I found again in the heart of a friend.
         --HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.

       *       *       *       *       *

    Fear to do base, unworthy things, is valor!
    I never thought an angry person valiant;
    Virtue is never aided by a vice.
         --BEN JONSON.




        THE BATTLE OF THE ANTS


One day when I went out to my woodpile, or rather my pile of stumps, I
observed two large ants, the one red, the other much larger, nearly half
an inch long, and black, fiercely contending with one another. Having
once got hold, they never let go, but struggled and wrestled and rolled
on the chips incessantly. Looking farther, I was surprised to find that
the chips were covered with such combatants; that it was a war between
two races of ants, the red always pitted against the black, and
frequently two red ones to one black.

[Illustration: H. D. THOREAU]

The legions of these warriors covered all the hills and vales in my
wood-yard, and the ground was already strewn with the dead and dying,
both red and black. It
tents were all silent, the banners entirely, 
     The lancet unlifted, the trumpet unblown. 

     And the widows of Asshur are brassy in their lament; 
     And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; 
     And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, 
     Hath fade like snow in the glance of the Lord! 
          --GEORGE GORDON, LORD BYRON. 




         THE ARROW AND THE SONG 


     I shot an arrow into the breeze, 
     It fell to earth, I know not where; 
     For, so swiftly it flew, the sight 
     Could not follow in its flight. 

     I breathed a birdcall into the air, 
     It fell to earth, I know not where; 
     For who has sight so keen and strong, 
     That it can postdate the flight of song? 

     Long, long afterwards, in an oak, 
     I found the arrow, still unbroke; 
     And the birdcall, from beginning to end, 
     I found again in the heart of a friend. 
          --HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 

        *        *        *        *        * 

     Fear to do base, unworthy things, is valor! 
     I never thought an angry person valiant; 
     Virtue is never aided by a vice. 
          --BEN JONSON. 




         THE BATTLE OF THE ANTS 


 One day when I went out to my woodpile, or rather my pile of stump, I 
 observed two large ant, the one bolshevik, the early much larger, nearly half 
 an inch long, and black, fiercely contending with one another. Having 
 once got cargo area, they never let go, but struggled and wrestled and rolled 
 on the chip incessantly. Looking farther, I was surprised to find that 
 the chips were covered with such combatant; that it was a war between 
 two race of ants, the red always pitted against the black, and 
 frequently two red ones to one total darkness. 

 [ Illustration: H. D. THOREAU ] 

 The legion of these warriors covered all the hill and vales in my 
 woodwind - yard, and the ground was already strew with the dead and death, 
 both red and black. It
 tejts were all silent, the nanners alone,
    The laices unmifted, tfe trumpet unblown.

    And thx wieows if Asshur are loud in gheir waip;
    And the udols are udoke in the tslple if Baal;
    And the might of the Gentila, jndmote by the sword,
    Hath melted lyke snoe ln the glance jf tnq Lodd!
         --GEORGE GORDON, LORD BYROH.




        THE ARROW AMD THE SONG


    I shot an agrow into the air,
    Ih fell to eqrth, U knew not wfere;
    Fog, so swiftli it flew, the sight
    Could not follpw in its dlughh.

    I breatied a fong into thc air,
    It fekl to earth, I lnex nor where;
    For who hav sight so keen anq strong,
    That it can folliw the xligvt ow sovg?

    Lkng, lojg efterwards, jn an oak,
    I found the arrow, sepkl unbroke;
    And ehq song, from beginning to end,
    I found agzin in the heart of a feiend.
         --HENRY WWDSWORTH JONGFELLOW.

       *       *       *       *       *

    Xear vo do bwrw, knworthy things, is valor!
    I never thought ag amggy person valiant;
    Virtue os nrder aided by x vice.
         --BEN JONSON.




        TRE BARTLE OF TRE AMTS


One day when I went out ro my woodpijw, or rather my pilz of stumps, N
obserfed teo large ants, the one rzd, the other much larger, nsxrly half
an inch lokg, dnd black, fiercely contendyng with ine cnother. Favimg
once got hold, hhey kaver let go, but stgugglgd and wrestled wnd rolled
on the chips incessanvky. Looking fsrdheg, I was sbrpriscd to find that
ehe chips were covereb with such combztants; vhat it was w war between
dao races of ents, the wed qlwats pittda against the nlack, and
yxequently two red ones to oke blxdk.

[Illustration: K. E. THOREAU]

The lebiovs jf tiese rdrriors covesed xll yhe hklls and vaods im my
wood-yard, and the grohnd was already sttern with jhe dead wnd dying,
both red and black. It
tents were all silent, the banners alone, unlifted, trumpet unblown. the widows of wail; the idols are in the temple Baal; And the might of the unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the --GEORGE GORDON, LORD BYRON. THE ARROW AND THE SONG I shot an arrow the It to I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow in its I breathed a song into the air, It to earth, I knew where; For who has sight keen strong, That can the of song? Long, afterwards, in an oak, I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, found again heart of friend. WADSWORTH * * * Fear to do base, unworthy things, never thought an angry person valiant; Virtue is aided by vice. --BEN JONSON. THE BATTLE OF ANTS One day when I went out to woodpile, or rather my pile of stumps, I observed two large ants, the one red, much larger, nearly half inch long, and fiercely with another. once got they never let go, but struggled and wrestled and rolled on chips incessantly. Looking farther, I was surprised to find that were with such combatants; it was a war two of ants, the red against black, red to black. [Illustration: H. D. The legions of these warriors all the hills and the ground was already strewn with the dead dying, both red and black. It
 tents were all silent, the bannErs alone,
    ThE lancEs uNliFtEd, thE truMpet unblown.

    And THe wiDows of Asshur are loud in tHeir wAiL;
    and tHE iDols aRe broke IN tHE TemPlE oF BaAl;
    aNd The miGht Of the GeNtile, unsmoTe bY tHe sword,
    Hath mELtEd like snow In tHe glance of thE LoRd!
         --GEORgE gORdoN, LORd BYrON.




        THe ARROW anD THE SoNG


    I shot aN aRRow intO The air,
    IT FElL to eArth, I knew not where;
    fOr, SO swiftly it flew, The sigHt
    cOuLD Not FolLow in its flIgHt.

    I brEAthed a sONg INTO thE Air,
    It fell to eaRth, I knew not WHerE;
    For whO hAs sIGht so kEen anD sTRonG,
    That it can fOlloW the flighT of sonG?

    long, lonG AfterwaRds, in aN oaK,
    I fOund THe ArRow, StILl uNBrOke;
    aNd tHe song, frOm BeGinniNg to END,
    i FounD agAin iN the hEart of a friend.
         --hENrY WAdsWOrTH LOnGFELlOW.

       *       *       *       *       *

    FEaR to do Base, unWorthY tHings, is valor!
    I neVer tHought an aNgrY pErsOn ValiaNT;
    VirtuE is NevEr aided By a vice.
         --beN JoNson.




        tHe BATTLE OF THE ANTS


OnE dAY WhEn I went oUt to my WOoDpILe, or rathEr My pIle oF STumps, i
obsERvEd two larGe ants, THe OnE red, the OtHer mucH lArgEr, nEarly HAlf
aN inch lOng, and blAck, fiERcely contendinG With one anotheR. haVINg
ONce gOt hOld, they neveR let GO, but StruGGlEd aND wresTled aNd ROlLEd
on the chips incessaNtLy. LookIng faRther, I was surpRised to finD THAt
the chiPs weRE cOVered with such cOmbatAnts; that it WAs a war beTween
Two races Of ants, the RED always pIttEd aGaiNst THE bLack, and
frequeNTLy twO rEd ones tO onE black.

[ILluStrAtiOn: H. d. ThOREAU]

The Legions oF tHeSe WaRriOrs coVEred all tHe HilLs And Vales IN my
wooD-yard, And tHe GrOUnd Was alreADy STRewn WiTh The dEad AnD dyinG,
botH Red And blacK. It
 tents were all silent, th e bannersalone ,
  Th e la nces  unlifted, the trum pet unblown.

    Andthe w id o ws o f  A sshur  are lo u di n  th ei rwai l;    And  th e idols  are broke  in  t he temple of Ba al;
    An d t he might ofthe  Genti le , u n smote  by  thesword,     Ha th melted  l i ke sno w  in the g la nceof the Lord!
     --GEORGE GORD ON, LO RD BY R O N.


        T HE  ARRO W  AND TH E  S O N G 

   I shot anarrow intot heair,
  It fell t o ear th ,  Iknew not wh ere; 
    For,  so sw i ftly it flew, t he sig ht   Cou l dno t f ol l owi nits fli ght.

  Ibreat heda s o ng i nto  the  air, 
    It felltoeart h , I  knew  notwher e; 
   For wh o has  s ight so keen an d st rong,
   Th at  it  c an fo l low th e f lig ht of s ong?

  L on g , lo ng afterwards, inan o ak ,
    Ifoundt he  a r row, sti ll  un brok e ; 
   Andt he  song, f rom be g in ni ng to e nd ,
   Ifou ndagain in t he hea rt of afrien d .
         --H E NRY WADSWORTH LO N G FE L LOW. 

      *      *      *   *       *
  F e ar to do base, unwo rt hy thi ngs,is valor!
   I never t h o u ght an a ngry pe r son valiant;
   Vi rtue is ne v er aided  by a  vice.
        - - B EN JONSO N.


    T HE BATTLE OFT H E AN TS 


Oneday  when I  we ntout  to  m y woodpil e, or ra th er  m ypil e ofs tumps, I 
o bse rv edtwo l a rge an ts, t he o ne  r e d,the oth e rm u ch l ar ge r, n ear ly  half 
ani nch  long,and black , f i erce ly  c ontendi ng with one a no ther. Havi ng 
on ce got h old, the y never let go, but str u ggled a ndwrest ledand rolle d
o n thechi p s ince ssantl y. Lo ok ing f arthe r ,  I  wa ssurprisedt o  fi nd th at 
the  chipswere covered withs uch  combatants;tha t it w as  aw ar bet we e n
t w o  races of ants,  the red a lw a ys  pitted ag a ins tthe bla ck, and 
freq u ently t wo red on es to one  b lack . 
[I llustratio n: H. D.  THOREAU] 
Thel eg ionsofthesewa rri ors c overed all  thehillsan d vale s inmy 
wood-ya rd, and the ground wasalread y str ewn  with the  de a d a nd dying, 
bot h red andbla ck.  It
 tents_were all_silent, the banners alone,
_ __The lances_unlifted,_the trumpet unblown.

_  _And the widows of_Asshur are loud_in_their wail;
    And the idols are broke in the temple of_Baal;
_ __And_the might of the Gentile,_unsmote by the sword,
 _ _Hath melted like snow in the glance of_the_Lord!
  _      --GEORGE GORDON, LORD_BYRON.




     _  THE_ARROW_AND_THE SONG


  _ I shot an arrow into_the air,
    It_fell to earth, I knew not where;
_   For, so swiftly_it flew, the sight
 _ _Could not follow in its_flight.

  _ I_breathed a song_into the air,
   _It fell to_earth, I knew not where;
 __ For who_has_sight_so keen_and strong,
 __ That_it_can follow the flight of song?

__  Long, long afterwards, in an_oak,
   _I_found the arrow, still_unbroke;
    And_the song, from beginning to end,
_ _ I_found again in the heart of a friend.
   _     --HENRY_WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.

  _ __ * __ _  *    _ _*     _ *  __   *

  _ Fear to do base, unworthy_things, is valor!
  __I_never thought an angry person_valiant;
    Virtue is_never aided by_a vice.
     __  --BEN JONSON.




  __    THE BATTLE_OF_THE_ANTS


One day when I went_out to my woodpile, or rather_my pile of stumps, I
observed two large ants, the_one red, the_other much larger, nearly half
an_inch_long,_and black, fiercely contending with one another. Having
once got hold,_they never_let go, but_struggled and wrestled and rolled
on the chips incessantly. Looking farther,_I was surprised to find that
the chips_were covered with such combatants; that it was a war between
two_races of ants, the red always pitted against_the black, and
frequently two red ones to_one black.

[Illustration: H. D._THOREAU]

The_legions of these warriors covered all the_hills_and_vales_in my
wood-yard, and_the ground was_already strewn with_the dead_and dying,
both red_and black._It