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.