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XXIII.

I cannot tell liow 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.!"

WE ARE SEVEN.

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 my mother."

“You say that two at Conway dwell,
“ And two are gone to sea,
" Yet you are seven ;

I
“Sweet Maid, how this may be ?"

pray you tell

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.

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My stockings there I often knit, " My 'kerchief there I hem; " And there upon the ground I sit" I sit and sing to them.

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" The first that died was little Jane ;:
“ In bed she moaning lay,
“Till God released her of her pain,
“ And then 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.

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“ 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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