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Two arms to clasp me from the cold；
And all my heaven's within my reach；
Just four years old。
Dear God； You give me from Your skies
A little paradise to hold；
As Mary once her Paradise；
Just four years old。
Katherine Tynan Hinkson ＇1861…1931＇
A CHILD'S LAUGHTER
All the bells of heaven may ring；
All the birds of heaven may sing；
All the wells on earth may spring；
All the winds on earth may bring
All sweet sounds together；
Sweeter far then all things heard；
Hand of harper； tone of bird；
Sound of woods at sundawn stirred；
Welling water's winsome word；
Wind in warm； wan weather。
One thing yet there is； that none；
Hearing ere its chime be done；
Knows not well the sweetest one
Heard of man beneath the sun；
Hoped in heaven hereafter；
Soft and strong and loud and light；
Very sound of very light；
Heard from morning's rosiest height；
When the soul of all delight；
Fills a child's clear laughter。
Golden bells of welcome rolled
Never forth such note； nor told
Hours so blithe in tones so bold；
As the radiant mouth of gold
Here that rings forth heaven。
If the golden…crested wren
Were a nightingale … why； then
Something seen and heard of men
Might be half as sweet as when
Laughs a child of seven。
Algernon Charles Swinburne ＇1837…1909＇
SEVEN YEARS OLD
Seven white roses on one tree；
Seven white loaves of blameless leaven；
Seven white sails on one soft sea；
Seven white swans on one lake's lea；
Seven white flowerlike stars in Heaven；
All are types unmeet to be
For a birthday's crown of seven。
Not the radiance of the roses；
Not the blessing of the bread；
Not the breeze that ere day grows is
Fresh for sails and swans； and closes
Wings above the sun's grave spread
When the starshine on the snows is
Sweet as sleep on sorrow shed。
Nothing sweeter； nothing best；
Holds so good and sweet a treasure
As the love wherewith once blest
Joy grows holy； grief takes rest；
Life； half tired with hours to measure；
Fills his eyes and lips and breast
With most light and breath of pleasure；
As the rapture unpolluted；
As the passion undefiled；
By whose force all pains heart…rooted
Are transfigured and transmuted；
Recompensed and reconciled；
Through the imperial； undisputed；
Present godhead of a child。
Brown bright eyes and fair bright head；
Worth a worthier crown than this is；
Worth a worthier song instead；
Sweet grave wise round mouth； full fed
With the joy of love； whose bliss is
More than mortal wine and bread；
Lips whose words are sweet as kisses。
Little hands so glad of giving；
Little heart so glad of love；
Little soul so glad of living；
While the strong swift hours are weaving
Light with darkness woven above；
Time for mirth and time for grieving；
Plume of raven and plume of dove。
I can give you but a word
Warm with love therein for leaven；
But a song that falls unheard
Yet on ears of sense unstirred
Yet by song so far from Heaven；
Whence you came the brightest bird；
Seven years since； of seven times seven。
Algernon Charles Swinburne ＇1837…1909＇
CREEP AFORE YE GANG
Creep awa'； my bairnie； creep afore ye gang；
Cock ye baith your lugs to your auld Grannie's sang：
Gin ye gang as far ye will think the road lang；
Creep awa'； my bairnie； creep afore ye gang。
Creep awa'； my bairnie； ye're ower young to learn
To tot up and down yet； my bonnie wee bairn；
Better creepin' cannie； than fa'in' wi' a bang；
Duntin' a' your wee brow； … creep afore ye gang。
Ye'll creep； an' ye'll hotch； an' ye'll nod to your mither；
Watchin' ilka step o' your wee dousy brither；
Rest ye on the floor till your wee limbs grow strang；
An' ye'll be a braw chiel yet； … creep afore ye gang。
The wee birdie fa's when it tries ower soon to flee；
Folks are sure to tumble； when they climb ower hie；
They wha canna walk right are sure to come to wrang；
Creep awa'； my bairnie； creep afore ye gang。
James Ballantine ＇1808…1877＇
CASTLES IN THE AIR
The bonnie； bonnie bairn who sits poking in the ase；
Glowering in the fire wi' his wee round face；
Laughing at the fuffin' lowe … what sees he there？
Ha！ the young dreamer's bigging castles in the air。
His wee chubby face and his touzie curly pow
Are laughing and nodding to the dancing lowe；
He'll brown his rosy cheeks； and singe his sunny hair；
Glowering at the imps wi' their castles in the air。
He sees muckle castles towering to the moon；
He sees little sodgers pu'ing them a' doun；
Warlds whommlin' up and doun； bleezing wi' a flare； …
See how he loups as they glimmer in the air！
For a' sae sage he looks； what can the laddie ken？
He's thinking upon naething； like mony mighty men：
A wee thing mak's us think； a sma' thing mak's us stare； …
There are mair folk than him bigging castles in the air。
Sic a night in winter may weel mak' him cauld：
His chin upon his buffy hand will soon mak' him auld；
His brow is brent sae braid … O pray that daddy Care
Wad let the wean alane wi' his castles in the air！
He'll glower at the fire； and he'll keek at the light；
But mony sparkling stars are swallowed up by Night：
Aulder e'en than his are glamored by a glare； …
Hearts are broken； heads are turned； wi' castles in the air。
James Ballantine ＇1808…1877＇
UNDER MY WINDOW
Under my window； under my window；
All in the Midsummer weather；
Three little girls with fluttering curls
Flit to and fro together： …
There's Bell with her bonnet of satin sheen；
And Maud with her mantle of silver…green；
And Kate with her scarlet feather。
Under my window； under my window；
Leaning stealthily over；
Merry and clear； the voice I hear
Of each glad…hearted rover。
Ah！ sly little Kate； she steals my roses；
And Maud and Bell twine wreaths and posies；
As merry as bees in clover。
Under my window； under my window；
In the blue Midsummer weather；
Stealing slow； on a hushed tiptoe；
I catch them all together： …
Bell with her bonnet of satin sheen；
And Maud with her mantle of silver…green；
And Kate with her scarlet feather。
Under my window； under my window；
And off through the orchard closes；
While Maud she flouts； and Bell she pouts；
They scamper and drop their posies；
But dear little Kate takes naught amiss；
And leaps in my arms with a loving kiss；
And I give her all my roses。
Thomas Westwood ＇1814？…1888＇
LITTLE BELL
He prayeth well who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast。
The Ancient Mariner
Piped the blackbird on the beechwood spray
〃Pretty maid； slow wandering this way；
What's your name？〃 quoth he …
〃What's your name？ Oh stop and straight unfold；
Pretty maid with showery curls of gold；〃 …
〃Little Bell；〃 said she。
Little Bell sat down beneath the rocks …
Tossed aside her gleaming golden locks …
〃Bonny bird；〃 quoth she；
〃Sing me your best song before I go。〃
〃Here's the very finest song I know；
Little Bell；〃 said he。
And the blackbird piped； you never heard
Half so gay a song from any bird …
Full of quips and wiles；
Now so round and rich； now soft and slow。
All for love of that sweet face below；
Dimpled o'er with smiles。
And the while the bonny bird did pour
His full heart out freely o'er and o'er
'Neath the morning skies。
In the little childish heart below
All the sweetness seemed to grow and grow；
And shine forth in happy overflow
From the blue； bright eyes。
Down the dell she tripped and through the glade；
Peeped the squirrel from the hazel shade；
And from out the tree
Swung； and leaped； and frolicked； void of fear； …
While bold blackbird piped that all might hear …
〃Little Bell；〃 piped he。
Little Bell sat down amid the fern …
〃Squirrel； to your task return …
Bring me nuts；〃 quoth she。
Up； away the frisky squirrel hies …
Golden wood…lights glancing in his eyes …
And adown the tree；
Great ripe nuts； kissed brown by July sun；
In the little lap dropped one by one …
Hark； how blackbird pipes to see the fun！
〃Happy Bell；〃 pipes he。
Little Bell looked up and down the glade …
〃Squirrel； squirrel； if you're not afraid；
Come and share with me！〃
Down came squirrel eager for his fare …
Down came bonny blackbird I declare；
Little Bell gave each his honest share …
Ah the merry three！
And the while these frolic playmates twain
Piped and frisked from bough to bough again；
'Neath the morning skies；
In the little childish heart below
All the sweetness seemed to grow and grow；
And shine out in happy overflow
From her blue； bright eyes。
By her snow…white cot at close of day；
Knelt sweet Bell； with folded palms to pray …
Very calm and clear
Rose the praying voice to where； unseen；
In blue heaven； an angel shape serene
Paused awhile to hear …
〃What good child is this；〃 the angel said；
〃That； with happy heart； beside her bed
Prays so lovingly？〃
Low and soft； oh！ very low and soft；
Crooned the blackbird in the orchard croft；
〃Bell； dear Bell！〃 crooned he。
〃Whom God's creatures love；〃 the angel fair
Murmured； 〃God doth bless with angels' care；
Child； thy bed shall be
Folded safe from harm … Love deep and kind
Shall watch around and leave good gifts behind；
Little Bell； for thee！〃
Thomas Westwood ＇1814？…1888＇
THE BAREFOOT BOY
Blessings on thee； little man；
Barefoot boy； with cheek of tan！
With thy turned…up pantaloons；
And thy merry whistled tunes；
With thy red lip； redder still
Kissed by strawberries on the hill；
With the sunshine on thy face；
Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace；
From my heart I give thee joy； …
I was once a barefoot boy！
Prince thou art； … the grown…up man
Only is republican。
Let the million…dollared ride！
Barefoot； trudging at his side；
Thou hast more than he can buy
In the reach of ear and eye； …
Outward sunshine； inward joy：
Blessings on thee； barefoot boy！
Oh for boyhood's painless play；
Sleep that wakes in laughing day；
Health that mocks the doctor's rules；
Knowledge never learned of schools；
Of the wild bee's morning chase；
Of the wild flower's time and place；
Flight of fowl and habitude
Of the tenants of the wood；
How the tortoise bears his shell；
How the woodchuck digs his cell；
And the ground…mole sinks his well；
How the robin feeds her young；
How the oriole's nest is hung；
Where the whitest lilies blow；
Where the freshest berries grow；
Where the ground…nut trails its vine；
Where the wood…grape's clusters shine；
Of the black wasp's cunning way；
Mason of his walls of clay；
And the architectural plans
Of gray hornet artisans！
For； eschewing books and tasks；
Nature answers all he asks；
Hand in hand with her he walks；
Face to face with her he talks；
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