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	90 SONGS FOE CHILDHOOD.
	WE ARE SEVEN. William Wordsworth. A .simple child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.	" And where are they, I pray you tell ?" She answered, " Seven are we ; Aud two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea; " Two of us in the church-yard lie� My sister and my brother; And in the church-yard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother." " You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven! I pray you tell, Sweet maid, how this may be ?"

	She had a rustic, woodland air, Aud she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair� Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said ; Aud, wondering, looked at me.	Then did the little maid reply, " Seven boys and girls are we: Two of us in the church-yard lie, Beneath the church-yard tree." " You run about, my little maid; Your limbs they are alive; If two are iu the church-yard laid, Theu ye are only five."