"Yet, I the fragrant flowers can smell, And I can feel the green leaf's shade, And I can hear the notes that swell From those dear birds that God has made. "So, sister, God to me is kind, Though sight to me He has not given; Ere long, disease its hand had laid On that dear boy, so meek and mild: He spoke no more, but sweetly smiled, And open'd first his eyes in heaven. He makes against winter a nice snug bed, He makes his bed in a mossy bank, Where the plants in the summer grow tall and rank. Away from the daylight, far underground, His sleep through the winter is quiet and sound. And when all above him it freezes and snows, But at last, in the fresh breezy days of the spring, Out of his snug quiet burrow he wends, And looks all about for his neighbours and friends; Over the fields and into the wood, To find any grain there may chance to be, LITTLE CHILDREN. SPORTING through the forest wide, Playing by the waterside; Wandering o'er the heathy fells, Down within the woodland dells; All among the mountains wild Dwelleth many a little child! In the baron's hall of pride, By the poor man's dull fireside; 'Mid the mighty, 'mid the mean, Little children may be seen, Like the flowers that spring up fair, Bright and countless, everywhere! In the far isles of the main; In the desert's lone domain; In the savage mountain glen, 'Mong the tribes of swarthy men; Wheresoe'er a foot hath gone, Wheresoe'er the sun hath shone On a league of peopled ground, Little children may be found! Blessings on them! they in me Move a kind of sympathy, With their wishes, hopes and fears; With their laughter and their tears; With their wonder so intense, And their small experience! Little children, not alone On the wide earth are ye known. |