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SONGS FOE CHILDHOOD.
" Open the window and let me in!"
Sputters the petulant rain ; " I want to splash down on the carpet, dear,
And I can't get through the pane.
"Here I've been tapping outside to you!
Why don't you come, if you're there ? The scuttles are shut, or I'd dash right in,
And stream down the attic stair.
" I've washed the windows, I've spattered the blinds,
And that is not half I've done : I bounced on the steps and the sidewalks too,
Till I made the good people run.
" I've sprinkled your plant on the window-sill,
So drooping and wan that looks ; And dusty gutters, I've filled them up
Till they flow like running brooks.
" I have been out in the country too,
For there in glory am I; The meadows I've swelled, and watered the corn,
And floated the fields of rye.
" Out from the earth sweet odors I bring,
I fill up the tubs at the spout; While, eager to dance in the puddles I make,
The bare-headed child runs out.
" The puddles are sweet to his naked feet, When the ground is heated through ;
If only you'll open the window, dear, I'll make such a puddle for you!"
A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
They say that God lives very high ;
But if you look above the pines You can not see our God ; and why ?
And if you dig down in the mines,
You never see him in the gold; Though from him all that's glory shines.
God is so good, he wears a fold
Of heaven and earth across his face� Like secrets kept for love untold.
But still I feel that his embrace
Slides down by thrills through all thiugs made, Through sight and sound of every place.
As if my tender mother laid
On my shut lips her kisses' pressure,
Half wakiug me at night, and said,
" Who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser ?"