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SONGS FOE GIRLHOOD.
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Before the red cock crows from the farm upon the
hill, When you are warm asleep, mother, and all the
world is still.
When the flowers come again, mother, beneath the
waning light, You'll never see me more in the long, gray fields
at night;
Tho' I can not speak a word, I shall hearken what
you say, And be often, often with you when you think I'm
far away.
Good-night, good-night; when I have said good�night for evermore,
Aud you see me carried out from the threshold of the door,
When from the dry, dark wold the summer airs blow cool
On the oat-grass, and the sword-grass, and the bul�rush in the pool.
You'll bury me, my mother, just beneath the haw�thorn shade,
And you'll come sometimes and see me where I'm lowly laid.
I shall not forget you, mother; I shall hear you when you pass,
With your feet above my head in the long and pleasant grass.
I have been wild and wayward, but you'll forgive k me now ;
You'll kiss me, my own mother, and forgive me ere I go;
Nay, nay, you must not weep, nor let your grief be wild,
You should not fret for me, mother, you have an�other child.
If I can, I'll come again, mother, from out my rest�ing-place ;
Tho' you'll not see me, mother, I shall look upon your face;
Don't let Effie come to see me till my grave be
growing green ; She'll be a better child to you than ever I have been.
She'll find my garden-tools upon the granary floor;
Let her take 'em : they are hers : I shall never garden more:
But tell her, when I'm gone, to train the rose-bush that I set
About the parlor-window, and the box of mignon�ette.
Good-night, sweet mother: call me before the day is born.
All night I lie awake, but I fall asleep at morn;
But I would see the sun rise upon the glad New-year,
So if you're waking, call me, call me early, mother dear.
CONCLUSION.
I thought to pass away before, and yet alive I am; And iu the fields all round I hear the bleating of the lamb.







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