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The Cock is cr owing,
The st r eam i s flowing, The small bi r ds t witter ,
The l ake doth glitter ,
The gr een fiel d sl eeps i n the sun ;
The Oldest a n d you ngest
Are at work with the str ongest ;
The cattl e ar e gr azing,
Thei r heads never r aising
Ther e ar e forty feeding like one !
Like an army defeated
The snow hath r etr eated, And now doth fa r e ill
On the top Of the bar e hill ;
Pl oughboy i s whooping anon an on
Ther e ’ s joy in the mountains ;
Ther e ’ s life i n the fountains ;
Small cl ouds ar e sailing,
Bl ue sky pr evailing ;
over an d gone !
Those evening bell s ! thos e evening bell s !
How man y a tal e their m us ic tbll s,
Of youth, a n d hom e, an d that sweet time,
When l ast I hear d their soothing chim e .
Those joyous hou rs ar e passed away
And ma ny a hear t, that then w as gay,
Within the tomb now darkly dwell s,
And hears no mor e those evening bell s .
And so ’ t will be when I am gone ;
That tuneful peal will sti ll r ing on,
Whi l e other bar ds shall walk thes e dell s ,
And sing your prai s e, sweet eveni n g bell s .
I’ ve watched yo u now a f ull half hour
Self- pois ed upon that yell ow flower ;
And, littl e B utt e rfly ! indeed
I know not if yo u sleep o r feed .
How motionless 4 not fr ozen se as
Mor e motionl ess ! an d then
What joy awaits yo u, when the br eeze
Hath fou nd yo u o ut am ong the tr ees,
And calls yo u forth again !
This pl ot of or char d- ground is our s
My tr ees they ar e , my Sister ’ s flowers
He re r est your wings when they ar e we ary,
Here l odge as in a sanc tuary !
Come Often to u s, fear no wr ong
Si t near us on the bough
We ’ 11 talk Of s unshine a n d Of song,
And summ er days , when we wer e youn g ;
Swee t chi ldish days, that wer e as lon g
As twenty days are now.
To foll ow one ’ s nos e .
To have a finger in the pi e .
TO hi t the nai l on the head .
To ki ll two bir ds with one ston e .
To make a spoon, o r spoi l a hor n .
To po ur Oi l into the fire is not the way to qu ench i t .
TWO hea ds ar e bette r than o n e .
Wa ste not, wa nt not .
We eas i ly for get o ur faul ts when knows them .
We never know the worth Of water till the well i s dr y.
When Adam delved a n d Eve span,
Who was the n the ge ntl eman