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SONGS FOE CHILDHOOD.
They took her lightly back,
Between the night and morrow ; They thought that she was fast asleep,
But she was dead with sorrow. They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lakes, On a bed of flag-leaves,
Watching till she wakes.
By the craggy hill-side,
Through the mosses bare, They have planted thorn-trees
For pleasure here and there. Is any man so daring
As dig up one in spite, He shall find the thorn is set
In his bed at night.
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men ; Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather!
Don't wrinkle up, you silly moss: My flowers, you need not shiver;
My little buds, don't look so cross ; Don't talk so loud, my river!
I'm telling you I will not go�
It's foolish to feel slighted ; It's rude to interrupt me so�
You ought to be delighted. Ah! now you're growing good, I see,
Though auger is beguiling: The pretty blossoms nod at me�
I see a robin smiling.
And I will make a promise, dears,
That will content you, maybe : I'll love you through the happy years,
Till I'm a nice old lady! True love, like yours and mine, they say,
Can never think of ceasing, But year by year, and day by day,
Keeps steadily increasing.
A LITTLE GIRL'S FANCIES.
O little flowers, you love me so,
You could not do without me ; O little birds that come and go,
You sing sweet songs about me; O little moss, observed by few,
That round the tree is creeping. You like my head to rest on you
When I am idly sleeping.
O rushes by the river-side,
You bow when I come near you ; O fish, you leap about with pride,
Because you think I hear you ; O river, you shine clear and bright,
To tempt me to look in you; O water-lilies, pure and white,
You hope that I shall win you.
O pretty things, you love me so, I see I must not leave you;
You'd find it very dull, I know� I should not like to grieve you.
"Little girl, where do you go to school,
And when do you go, little girl ? Over the grass, from dawn till dark,
Your feet are in a whirl: You and the cat jump here and there,
You and the robius sing; But what do you know in the spelling-book T
Have you ever learned any thing ?"
Thus the little girl auswered�
Only stopping to cliug To my finger a minute,
As the bird on the wing Catches a twig of sumach,
And stops to twitter and swing�
"When the daisies' eyes are a-twinkle With happy tears of dew ;
When swallows waken in the eaves, And the lamb bleats to the ewe :
When the lawns are golden-barred, And the kiss of the wind is cool;
When morning's breath blows out the stars-Then do I go to school!