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WE ARE SEVEN.
A SIMPLE child, dear brother Jim,
I met a little cottage girl,
She had a rustic, woodland air,
• 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, . i.; “ And two of us at Conway dwell, " And two are gone to sea:
" Two of us in the church-yard lie,
• You say that two at Conway dwell, . And two are gone to sea, i
Yet you are seven; I pray you tellimin • Sweet Maid, how this may be?', in
Then did the little Maid reply,
• You run about, my little maid,
If two are in the church-yard laid, i. • Then ye are only five.'.
“ Their graves are green, they may be seen, (The little Maid replied) “ Twelve stepsormore from my mother's door,
And they are side by side: :
“ My stockings there I often knit,
« And often after sunset, Sir, isso,
66 The first that died was little Jane;
“ So in the church-yard she was laid
“ And when the ground was white with mow, “ And I could run and slide, . ..s “ My brother John was forced to go, “ And he lies by her side."
How many are you then, said I, • If they two are in Heaven?'. ti The little Maiden did reply, , ; “O Master! we are seven."
*But they are dead; those two are dead! “ Their spirits are in heaven!” 'Twas throwing words away; for still The little Maid would have her will, And said, “ Nay, we are seven!”
WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING,
I HEARD å thousand blended notes, :.
To her fair works did Nature link
Through primrose-tufts, in that sweet bower
The birds around me hopp'd and play'd: