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But how he will come, and whither he goes, There's never a scholar in England knows.
God has given a kindlier power To the favoured strawberry-flower. Hither soon as spring is fled You and Charles and I will walk; Lurking berries, ripe and red, Then will hang on every stalk, Each within its leafy bower ; And for that promise spare the flower !
He will suddenly stop in a cunning nook,
CHARACTERISTICS OF A CHILD THREE
YEARS OLD. Loving she is, and tractable, though wild ; And Innocence hath privilege in her To dignify arch looks and laughing eyes ; And feats of cunning ; and the pretty round Of trespasses, affected to provoke Mock-chastisement and partnership in play. And, as a faggot sparkles on the hearth, Not less if unattended and alone Than when both young and old sit gathered round And take delight in its activity ; Even so this happy Creature of herself Is all-sufficient ; solitude to her Is blithe society, who fills the air With gladness and involuntary songs. Light are her sallies as the tripping fawn's Forth-startled from the fern where she lay couched ; Unthought-of, unexpected, as the stir Of the soft breeze ruffling the meadow-flowers, Or from before it chasing wantonly
The many-coloured images imprest Upon the bosom of a placid lake.
As soon as 'tis daylight to-morrow, with me
Hark! over the roof he makes a pause,
ADDRESS TO A CHILD, DURING A BOISTEROUS WINTER EVENING.
BY MY SISTER.