21 WE ARE SEVEN. A SIMPLE Child HAT lightly draws its breath, She was eight years old, she said; She had a rustic woodland air, And she was wildly clad; "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, "How many? Seven in all," she said, "And where are they? I pray you tell." And two are gone to sea. "Two of us in the churchyard lie, 1 Conway, a little sea-coast town in North Wales. "You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven!—I pray you tell, Sweet Maid, how this may be ?" Then did the little Maid reply, “You run about, my little Maid, "Their graves are green, they may be seen,” The little Maid replied; "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side. "My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem; “And often after sunset, Sir, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. "The first that died was sister Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away. "So in the churchyard she was laid; And when the ground was white with snow My brother John was forced to go, "How many are you then," said I, "But they are dead; those two are dead! Their spirits are in heaven!" "Twas throwing words away; for still The little Maid would have her will, 22 HURRAH FOR THE SEA! THE sea, the glorious sea! How pleasant it is on the sea! When around us the billows are heaving, And boldly our vessel is cleaving The bright, the glorious sea! Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! The sea, the summer sea! There's nothing so bright as the sea! The dazzling summer sea? Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! The sea, the stormy sea! The home of the brave and the free; The wild, the stormy sea. Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! THE FOUR SEASONS. PRING day, happy day, God hath made the earth so gay; Every herb to grow He maketh. Summer day, sultry1 day, I sultry, hot and close, lit. sweltry. On the cornfield rain doth pour, Autumn day, fruitful day, See what God hath given away—, Winter day, frosty day, God a cloak on all doth lay: 24 THE BLIND BOY'S BEEN AT PLAY. THE Blind Boy's been at play, mother, And merry games we had; We led him on our way, mother, And every step was glad. 2 wain, waggon. L |