Into the middle of the plank ; Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; : That you may see sweet Lucy Gray O'er rough and smooth she trips along, That whistles in the wind. WE ARE SEVEN. A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many & curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, “Sisters and brothers, little maid, "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 ; Two of us in the churchyard lie, "You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, pray you tell, Yet ye are seven ! I Then did the little maid reply, Two of us in the churchyard lie, "You run about, my little maid, If two are in the churchyard laid, "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, - "And often after sunset, sir, "The first that died was little Jane; |