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THE LITTLE BLACK BOYINTRODUCTION Piping down the valleys wildPiping songs of pleasant gleeOn a cloud I saw a child.And he laughing said to me. Pipe a song about a Lamb:So I piped with merry chear,Piper pipe that song again -So I piped, he wept to hear. Drop thy pipe thy happy pipeSing thy songs of happy chear,So I sung the same againWhile he wept with joy to hear. Piper sit thee down and writeIn a book that all may read -So he vanish'd from my sight,And I pluck'd a hollow reed. And I made a rural pen,And I stain'd the water clear,And I wrote my happy songs,Every child may joy to hearTHE SHEPHERD How sweet is the Shepherds sweet lot,From the morn to the evening he strays:He shall follow his sheep all the dayAnd his tongue sliall be filled with praise. For he hears the lambs innocent call.And he hears the ewes tender reply.He is watchful while they are in peace,For they know when their Shepherd is nighTHE ECCHOING GREEN The Sun does arise,And make happy the skies.The merry bells ring,To welcome the Spring.The sky-lark and thrush,The birds of the bush,Sing louder around,To the bells chearful sound,While our sports shall he seenOn the Ecchoing Green. Old John with white hairDoes laugh away care,Sitting under the oak,Among the old folk.They laugh at our play,And soon they all say,Such such were the joys,When we all girls & boys,In our youth time were seen,On the Ecchoing Green. Till the little ones wearyNo more can be merryThe sun does descend,And our sports have an end:Round the laps of their mothers,Many sisters and brothers,Like birds in their nest,Are ready for rest:And sport no more seen,On the darkening Green.THE LAMB Little Lamb who made thee Dost thou know who made theeGave thee life & bid thee feed,By the stream & o'er the mead;Gave thee clothing of delight,Softest clothing wooly bright;Gave thee such a tender voice,Making all the vales rejoice: Little Lamb who made thee Dost thou know who made thee Little Ldmb I'll tell thee, Little Lamb I'll tell thee;He is called by thy name,For he calls himself a Lamb:He is meek & he is mild,He became a little child:I a child & thou a lamb,We are called by his name. Little Lamb God bless thee, Little Lamb God bless thee.THE LITTLE BLACK BOY My mother bore me in the southern wild,And I am black, but O! my soul is white,White as an angel is the English child:But I am black as if bereav'd of light. My mother taught me underneath a treeAnd sitting down before the heat of day,She took me on her lap and kissed me,And pointing to the east began to say. Look on the rising sun: there God does liveAnd gives his light, and gives his heat away.And flowers and trees and beasts and men recieveComfort in morning joy in the noon day. And we are put on earth a little space,That we may learn to bear the beams of love.And these black bodies and this sun-burnt faceIs but a cloud, and like a shady grove. For when our souls have learn'd the heat to bearThe cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice,Saying: come out from the grove my love & care,And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice. Thus did my mother say and kissed me.And thus I say to little English boy.When I from black and he from white cloud free,And round the tent of God like lambs we joy: I'll shade him from the heat till he can bear,To lean in joy upon our fathers knee.And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair,And be like him and he will then love me.THE BLOSSOM Merry Merry SparrowUnder leaves so greenA happy BlossomSees you swift as arrowSeek your cradle narrowNear my Bosom. Pretty Pretty RobinUnder leaves so greenA happy BlossomHears you sobbing sobbingPretty Pretty RobinNear my Bosom.Date: 2015-12-18; view: 816
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