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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.!"


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



" 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 thập 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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