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SONGS FOR CHILDHOOD. 69
Oh ! I shall be delighted
To hear her speak agaiu, Though I know she'll ne'er return to us-
To ask her would be vain.
So I'll put my arms around her,
Aud look into her eyes, And remember all I said to her,
And all her sweet replies.
And then I'll ask the angel
To bear me back to you ; He'll bear me slow and steadily
Down through the ether blue.
And you'll ouly think, dear mother,
I have been out to play, And have gone to sleep beneath a tree,
This sultry summer's day.
Oh! what do you say to the flowers, dear brook, That cluster so close to your brink ?
Aud what do you say to yourself, little brook,
As you ripple in music along ? The while that I till my pitcher, dear brook,
Please tell me the words of your song.
You are hasting away to the sea, dear brook,
To the great unfathomed sea; You may not delay for a moment, dear brook :
Is that what you whisper to me ?
Ah! then is your life like ours, little brook,
Ever hurrying, hurrying ou, Till the waves, an unknown sea, little brook,
We reach some day, and are gone !
Mrs. Charles Heaton.
Where are you running so fast, little brook,
Over the stones so gray? Stop for a moment, I prithee, dear brook,
Just for a moment, and play.
You chatter away as you flow, little brook,
But speak to me never a word, Though often I whisper to you, little brook,
Sweet secrets by others unheard.
Oh ! what do you say to the birds, little brook, That fly to your bosom to drink ?
CASTLES IN THE AIR. James Ballanttne.
The bonnie, bonnie bairn
Who sits with careless grace. Glowering in the fire
With his wee round face, Laughing at the gusty flame�
What sees he there ? Ha! the young dreamer
Builds castles in the air.
His wee chubby face
And his rough curly head
Are dancing and nodding To the fire in its bed ;