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A SIMPLE child, dear brother Jim,
I met a little cottage girl,
She had a rustic, woodland air,
• Sisters and brothers, little maid,
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,
• You say that two at Conway dwell, . And two are gone to sea,
you are seven; I pray you tell Sweet Maid, how this may be?'
Then did the little Maid reply,
· 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 ormore 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.
" The first that died was little Jane;
“ So in the church-yard she was laid,
Together round her grave we played,
“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."!
How many are you then,' said I, • If they two are in Heaven?" The little Maiden did reply, 66 O Master! we are seven.
c*But they are dead; those two are dead!
WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING,
I HEARD å thousand blended notes,
To her fair works did Nature link
Through primrose-tufts, in that sweet bower
flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopp'd and play'd: