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62                                                          SONGS FOR CHILDHOOD.
I make the nettled sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows.
I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars ;
I loiter round my cresses ;
And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river;
For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
When round the fire the people crowd, And rub their hands and shiver;
When first is splitting stone and wall, And trees come crashing after—
That hates he not, he loves it all— Then bursts he out in laughter.
His home is by the North Pole's strand, Where earth and sea are frozen;
His summer-house, we understand. In Switzerland he's choseu.
Now from the North he's hither hied, To show his strength and power ;
And when he comes we stand aside, Aud look at him and cower.
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A WISH.
Eose Terky.
" Be my fairy, mother,
Give me a wish a day; Something as well as suushine,
As when the rain-drops play."
"And if I were a fairy,
With but one wish to spare, What should I give thee, darling,
To quiet thiue earnest prayer ?"
" I'd like a little brook, mother,
All for my very own, To laugh all day among the trees,
And shine on the mossy stone;
" To run right under the window,
And sing me fast asleep; With soft steps and a teuder sound,
Over the grass to creep.
"Make it run down the hill, mother, With a leap like a tinkling bell,
So fast I never can catch the leaf That into its fountain fell.
" Make it as wild as a frightened bird.
As crazy as a bee, With a noise like the baby's funny laugh—
That's the brook for me!"
WINTER.
Frovi the German.
Old Winter is a sturdy one, And lasting stuff he's made of;
His flesh is firm as iron-stone, There's nothing he's afraid of.
He spreads his coat upon the heath,
Nor yet to warm it lingers; He scouts the thought of achiug teeth,
Or chilblains on his fingers.
Of flowers that bloom or birds that sing, Full little cares or knows he;
He hates the fire, and hates the spring, And all that's warm and cozy.
But when the foxes bark aloud On frozen lake and river—