the brownies through a village bound,
paused in their run to look around,
and wondered why the central square
revealed no flag-pole tall and fair.
said one: "without delay we'll go
to woods that stand some miles below.
the tall spruce lifts its tapering crest
so straight and high above the rest,
we soon can choose a flag-pole there
to ornament this village square.
then every one a hand will lend
to trim it off from end to end,
to peel it smooth and paint it white,
and hoist it in the square to-night."
then to the woods the brownies ran
at once to carry out their plan;
while some ran here and there with speed
for implements to serve their need,
some rambled through the forest free
to find the proper kind of tree,
then climbed the tree while yet it stood
to learn if it was sound and good,
without a flaw, a twist, or bend,
to mar its looks from end to end.
when one was found that suited well,
to work the active brownies fell;
and soon with sticks beneath their load,
the band in grand procession strode;
it gave them quite enough to do
to safely put the project through,
but when they reached the square, at last,
some ropes around the pole were passed
and from the tops of maples tall
a crowd began to pull and haul,
while others gathered at the base
until the flag-pole stood in place.
for brownies seldom idle stand
when there is fun or work on hand.
at night when darkness wraps us round
they come from secret haunts profound,
with brushes, pots of paint, and all,
they clamber over fence and wall;
and soon on objects here and there
that hold positions high in air,
and most attract the human eye,
the marks of brownie fingers lie.
sometimes with feet that never tire
they climb the tall cathedral spire;
when all the town is still below,
save watchmen pacing to and fro,
by light of moon, and stars alone,
they dust the marble and the stone,
and with their brushes, small and great,
they paint and gild the dial-plate;
and bring the figures plain in sight
that all may note time's rapid flight.
and accidents they often know
while through the heavy works they go,
where slowly turning wheels at last
in bad position hold them fast.
but brownies, notwithstanding all
the hardships that may them befall,
still persevere in every case
till morning drives them from the place.
and then with happy hearts they fly
to hide away from human eye.