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CLV The Three Fishers CLVI Alice Fell, or Poverty CLVII The First Swallow CLVIII The Graves of a Household CLIX The Thrush's Nest CLX The Last of the Flock CLXI The Romance of the Swan's Nest CLXII Song CLXIII Timothy CLXIV The Sleeping Beauty CLXV Choral Song of Illyrian Peasants CLXVI The Destruction of Sennacherib CLXVII The Widow Bird CLXVIII Dora CLXIX A Witch, Spoken by a Countryman CLXX Nursery Rhymes CLXXI The Age of Children Happiest CLXXII The Noble Nature CLXXIII The Rainbow The Children's Garland from the Best Poets _THE CHILD AND THE PIPER_ Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he, laughing, said to me, 'Pipe a song about a lamb,' So I piped with merry cheer; 'Piper, pipe that song again,' So I piped, he wept to hear. 'Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe, Sing thy songs of happy cheer.' So I sang the same again, While he wept with joy to hear. 'Piper, sit thee down and write In a book that all may read.' So he vanish'd from my sight; And I pluck'd a hollow reed, And I made a rural pen, And I stain'd the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear. _W. Blake_ II _ON MAY MORNING_ Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that doth inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire! Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long. _J. Milton_ III _THE APPROACH OF THE FAIRIES_ Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task foredone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the scritch owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the churchway paths to glide: And we fairies, that do ru
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