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POEMS REFERRING TO THE PERIOD OF CHILDHOOD
"MY HEART LEAPS UP WHEN I BEHOLD"
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
Or let me die!
TO A BUTTERFLY
Stay near me, do not take thy flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
Much converse do I find in thee,
Historian of my infancy!
Float near me; do not yet depart!
Dead times revive in thee:
Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art!
A solemn image to my heart,
My father's family!
Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days,
My sister Emmeline and I
Together chased the butterfly!
A very hunter did I rush
Upon the prey; with leaps and springs
I followed on from brake to bush;
But she, God love her! feared to brush
The dust from off its wings.
THE SPARROW'S NEST
Behold, within the leafy shade,
She looked at it, and seemed to fear it;
WE ARE SEVEN
A Simple Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
I met a little cottage Girl:
She had a rustic, woodland air,
"Sisters and brothers, little maid,
"And where are they? I pray you tell."
"Two of us in the church-yard lie,
"You say that two at Conway dwell,
Then did the little Maid reply,
"You run about, my little Maid,
"Their graves are green, they may be seen,"
"Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side.
"My stockings there I often knit,
"And often after sun-set, Sir,
"The first that died was sister Jane;
"So in the church-yard she was laid;
"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."
"How many are you, then," said I,
"But they are dead; those two are dead!