Bring cypress, rosemary and rue For him who kept his rudder true; Who went at dawn to that high star Where Washington and Lincoln are! - Joel Benton

Don't we all, of long ago,
By the ruddy fireplace glow,
In the kitchen and the hall,
Those queer, cooflike pranks recall? Eery shadows were they then—
But to-night they come again;
Were we once more but sixteen,
Precious would be Halloween.

The only "protection" they ever were in need of is protection from dogs and tariff-mongers.

Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite
All are on their rounds to-night,—
In the wan moon's silver ray
Thrives their helter-skelter play.