The Little Child's Poet's Corner. LITTLE CHILDREN. BY MARY HOWITT. Sporting through the forest wide; be seen, Like the flowers, that spring up fair, In the fair isles of the main ; Wheresoe'er a foot hath gone; Blessings on them! they in me With their wishes, hopes, and fears; Little children, not alone On the wide earth are ye known; THE LARK. BY CHARLES MACKAY. Whither, O sweet lark! whither away, As long as the fields and the woods are green, O for a wing and a voice like thine, Floating aloft on thy russet wing, |