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COLIN AND LUCY
Three times, all in the dead of night,
A bell was heard to ring;
The raven flapp'd his wing.
The solemn boding sound ;
The virgins weeping round:
* I hear a voice you cannot hear,
Which says I must not stay ;
Which beckons me away.
In early youth I die:
Was thrice as rich as I ?
“Ah, Colin, give not her thy vows,
Vows due to me alone :
Nor think him all thy own.
Impatient, both prepare !
That Lucy will be there !
“Then bear my corse, my comrades, bear,
This bridegroom blithe to meet,
I, in my winding-sheet.'
The bridegroom blithe to meet,
She in her winding-sheet.
Then what were perjur'd Colin's thoughts ?
How were these nuptials kept ?
And all the village wept.
At once his bosom swell:
THE REDBREAST CHASING THE
Our little English robin ?
Their Thomas in Finland,
And Russia far inland ? The bird, that by some name or other All men who know thee call their brother : The darling of children and men ?
Could father Adam open his eyes,
So painfully in the wood ?
A beautiful creature,
THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD
These words which I shall write;
A doleful story you shall hear,
In time brought forth to light.
In Norfolk dwelt of late,
Most men of his estate.
Sore sick he was, and like to die,
No help his life could save;
And both possess'd one grave.
Each was to other kind;
And left two babes behind.
The one, a fine and pretty boy,
Not passing three years old;
And framed in beauty's mould,
As plainly doth appear,
Three hundred pounds a year.
And to his little daughter Jane,
Five hundred pounds in gold, To be paid down on her marriage-day,
Which might not be controlld : But if the children chanced to die,
Ere they to age should come, Their uncle should possess their wealth ;
For so the will did run.
“Now, brother,' said the dying man,
'Look to my children dear; Be good unto my boy and girl,
No friends else have they here: To God and you I recommend
My children dear this day; But little while be sure we have
Within this world to stay. “You must be father and mother both,
And uncle all in one;
When I am dead and gone.'
"O, brother kind,' quoth she, 'You are the man must bring our babes
To wealth or misery.
‘And if you keep them carefully,
Then God will you reward; But if you otherwise should deal, God will
deeds regard With lips as cold as any stone,
They kiss'd their children small: 'God bless you both, my children dear;'
With that their tears did fall.
These speeches then their brother spake
To this sick couple there:
Sweet sister, do not fear,
Nor aught else that I have,
When you are lạid in grave.'