The living God sat overhead:
The angler tripped, the eels were fed
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COME, my little children, here are songs for you;
You must learn to sing them very small and clear,Very true to time and tune and pleasing to the ear.Mark the note that rises, mark the notes that fall,Mark the time when broken, and the swing of it all.So when night is come, and you have gone to bed,All the songs you love to sing…
FIXED is the doom; and to the last of years
Each walks, though near, yet separate; each beholdsHis dear ones shine beyond him like the stars.We also, love, forever dwell apart;With cries approach, with cries behold the gulph,The Unvaulted; as two great eagles that do wheel in airAbove a mountain, and with screams confer,Far heard athwart the cedars.Yet the yearsShall bring us ever nearer; day…
FAIR Isle at Sea – thy lovely name
That sea I loved, and once or twiceI touched at isles of Paradise.
There was an old man of the Cape
When asked, ‘Do they tear?’He replied, ‘Here and there,But they’re perfectly splendid for shape!’
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Little Louis Sanchez, will be given you to read.Then you shall discover, that your name was printed downBy the English printers, long before, in London town.In the great and busy city where the East and West are met,All the little letters did the English printer set;While you thought of nothing, and were still too young…
LO, now, my guest, if aught amiss were said,
For me, for you, for all, to close the date,Pass now the ev’ning sponge across the slate;And to that spirit of forgiveness keepWhich is the parent and the child of sleep.