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XXIII.

I cannot tell low this may be, But plain it is, the thorn-is bound With heavy tufts of moss, that strive To drag it to the ground. And this I know, full many a time, When she was on the mountain high, By day, and in the silent night, When all the stars shone clear and bright;. That I have heard her cry, “Oh misery! oh misery! “(.woe is me! oh misery.!"

WE ARE SEVEN..

A simple child, dear brother Jim,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?

I met a little cottage girl,
She was eight years old, she said;
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That cluster'd round her head. .

She had a rustic, woodland air,
And she was wildly clad;
Her eyes were fair, and very fair,
-Her beauty made me glad.

“ Sisters and brothers, little maid, “ How many may you be ?" “How many ? seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.

And where are they, I pray you tell ?” She answered, “Seven are we, . " And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea.

"Two of us in the church-yard lie,
“My sister and my brother,
" And in the church-yard cottage, I
“ Dwell near them with my mother."

“You say that two at Conway dwell,
“And two are gone to sea,
'" Yet you are seven ; I pray you tell
“Sweet Maid, how this may be ?"

Then did the little Maid reply,
“Seven boys and girls are we ;
“Two of us in the church-yard lie,
“ Beneath the church-yard tree.”

“ You run about, my little maid,
“ Your limbs they are alive ;
“ If two are in the church-yard laid,
“ Then ye are only five.”.

“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 there upon the ground I sit-
“ I sit and sing to them.

“And often after sunset; Sir,
“When it is light and fair,
“ I take my little porringer,
“And eat my supper there.

“ The first that died was little Jane ;:
In bed she moaning lay,
“ Till God released her of her pain,.
“ And then she went away.

“ So in the church-yard she was laid,
“ And all the summer dry,
“ Together round her grave we played,
“ My brother John and I.

And when the ground was white with snow, “ And I could run and slide, “ My brother John was forced to go, “ And he lies by her side."

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