[from Collected Works, T.E.Brown]
FOR J. P.
IT was in pleasant Derbyshire,
Upon a bright spring day,
From a valley to a valley
I sought to find a way;
And I met a little lad,
A lad both blithe and bold;
And his eyes were of the blue,
And his hair was of the gold.
" Ho ! little lad, of yonder point
The name come quickly tell !"
Then, prompt as any echo,
Came the answer :" Tap o th hill."
" But has it any other name
That a man may sayas thus
Kinderscout, or Fairbrook Naze ?"
Then said the child, with constant gaze :
" Tap o th hill it gets with us."
" Yes, yes ! " I said, " but has it not
Some other name as well?
Its own, you know ? " " Aye, aye ! " he said,
" Tap o th hill ! tap o th hill !
" But your father, now ? how calls it he ?"
Then clear as is a bell
Rang out the merry laugh :
" Of course, He calls it Tap o th hill!"
So I saw it was no use;
But I said within myself:
" He has a wholesome doctrine,
This cheerful little elf."
And O, the weary knowledge!
And O, the hearts that swell!
And O, the blessed limit
" Tap o th hill ! tap o th hill ! "