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And it seem'd so lone and dreary
That I hid myself to weep. Behind a cask of water,
I hid myself for hours, And wish'd myself at home again,
Among the birds and flowers. But I soon began to love
The bright and sparkling main, And the swift-sailing ship
That rode the watery plain ; I loved to mark the sails,
And see the stooping masts, And I loved the brisk gale,
That drove us on so fast; I loved to climb the ropes,
Like a squirrel on a tree, And nothing seemed so happy
As the sailor boy at sea.
Youth like summer brave,
UNDER the greenwood tree
Unto the sweet bird's throat-
He shall we see
Who doth ambition shun
And pleased with what he getsCome hither, come hither, come hither!
Here shall he see
But winter and rough weather.
LITTLE BIRD! LITTLE BIRD!
“ LITTLE bird! little bird ! come to me!
66 Thanks, little maiden, for all thy care, But I dearly love the clear, cool air; And my snug little nest in the old oak tree. ” “Little bird ! little bird I stay with me.
Nay, little damsel ; away I'll fly To greener fields and a warmer sky; When spring returns with pattering rain You will hear my merry song again.”
“ Little bird, little bird ! who'll guide thee Over the hills, and over the sea ? Foolish one, come, and with me stay ; For I'm sure you'll never find your way.”
“ Ah, no, little maiden! God guides me
FINE CLOTHES. How proud we are, how fond to show Our clothes, and call them rich and new ; When the poor sheep and silk-worms wore That very clothing long before ! The tulip and the butterfly, Appear in gayer coats than I : Let me be dress'd fine as I will, Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still. Then will I set my heart to find Inward adornings of the mind; Knowledge and virtue, truth and grace, These are the robes of richest dress.
to the sky,
He eats the sugar and goes away,
steam, And comes and plunges his head in the
cream ; Then on the edge of the jug he stands, And cleans his wings with his feet and
hands. This done, through the window he
hurries away, And gives a buzz, as if to say, s“ At present I haven't a minute to stay, But I'll peep in again in the course of
Nor bid one good-bye :
And can walk on the ceiling,
Without ever feeling A fear of tumbling down “sky high.”