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BLUE POETRY BOOK
WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise ;
Till the morning appears in the skies.
No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,
And we cannot go to sleep; Besides in the sky the little birds fly,
And the hills are all covered with sheep.
Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,
And then go home to bed.
A Boy's Song WHERE the pools are bright and deep, Where the grey trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the mowers mow the cleanest, Where the hay lies thick and greenest ; There to trace the homeward bee, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the hazel bank is steepest, Where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free, That's the way for Billy and me. Why the boys should drive away Little sweet maidens from the play, Or love to banter and fight so well, That's the thing I never could tell. But this I know, I love to play, Through the meadow, among the hay ; Up the water and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me.
I remember, I remember
I REMEMBER, I remember
The house where I was born,
Came peeping in at morn;
Nor brought too long a day,
Had borne my breath away!