Pluck me holly leaf and berry
For the day when I make merry
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Once I thought to sit so high
Now, I thank God for His Grace,If I may fill the lowest place.Once I thought to scale so soonHeights above the changing moon;Now, I thank God for delay—To-day, it yet is called to-day.While I stumble, halt and blind,Lo! He waiteth to be kind;Bless me soon, or bless me slow,Except He bless, I let not go.Once…
Why were you born when the snow was falling?
Or when grapes are green in the cluster,Or, at least, when lithe swallows musterFor their far off flyingFrom summer dying.Why did you die when the lambs were cropping?You should have died at the apples’ dropping,When the grasshopper comes to trouble,And the wheat-fields are sodden stubble,And all winds go sighingFor sweet things dying.
Remember me when I am gone away,
When you can no more hold me by the hand,Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.Remember me when no more day by dayYou tell me of our future that you plann’d:Only remember me; you understandIt will be late to counsel then or pray.Yet if you should forget me for a whileAnd afterwards remember,…
A motherless soft lambkin
No mother’s fleece to shelter himAnd wrap him from the cold: –I’ll run to him and comfort him,I’ll fetch him, that I will;I’ll care for him and feed himUntil he’s strong and bold.
Hop-o’-my-thumb and little Jack Horner,
Sturdy dog Trot close round the corner,I never caught him growling and biting.
A song in a cornfield
Where reapers are reaping,Reaping one, reaping all.Sing pretty Lettice,Sing Rachel, sing May;Only Marian cannot singWhile her sweetheart’s away.Where is he gone toAnd why does he stay?He came across the green seaBut for a day,Across the deep green seaTo help with the hay.His hair was curly yellowAnd his eyes were grey,He laughed a merry laughAnd said…