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Thus did my mother say, and kissèd me;
And thus I say to little English boy.
And round the tent of God like lambs we joy,
To lean in joy upon our father's knee ;
56. TO SPRING
57. 'SONGS OF INNOCENCE'
PIPING down the valleys wild, * Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe
Piping songs of pleasant glee, Sing thy songs of happy cheer: On a cloud I saw a child,
So I sang the same again, And he laughing said to me: While he wept with joy to hear. ‘Pipe a song about a Lamb!' ' Piper, sit thee down and write
So I piped with merry cheer. In a book, that all may read.' * Piper, pipe that song again ; So he vanished from my sight, So I piped : he wept to hear. And I plucked a hollow reed,
And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
60. THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD
of the dead,
And wish to lead others, when
61. DOVER CLIFFS
W. L. BOWLES.
62. IN THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY In the merry month of May, She said, Maids must kiss no men In a morn by break of day, Till they did for good and all ; Forth I walked by the wood-side, Then she made the shepherd call Whenas May was in his pride : All the heavens to witness truth There I spièd all alone
Never loved a truer youth. Phillida and Corydon.
Thus with many a pretty oath, Much ado there was, God wot! Yea and nay, faith and troth, He would love and she would not. Such as silly shepherds use She said, Never man was true ; When they will not love abuse, He said, None was false to you. Love, which had been long deHe said, He had loved her long ; luded, She said, Love should have no Was with kisses sweet concluded; wrong.
And Phillida with garlands gay Corydon would kiss her then ; Was made the Lady of the May.
My lads that oft have cheered my heart !
To think that I must from you part.
With instruments of music's sounds :
And heavenly descants on sweet grounds;
OF TH2 UNIVERSITY
And now, farewell, both spear and shield,
Caliver, pistol, arquebus ;
To think that I must leave you thus ;
And now, farewell, each dainty dish,
With sundry sorts of sugared wine!
To please this dainty mouth of mine!
64. LOVE, DRINK, AND DEBT
This many and many a year,
For one poor mortal to bear.
And drink made me run into debt,
I cannot get out of them yet.
There's nothing but money can cure me,
'Twill pay all my debts,
And remove all my lets,
Will love me, and love me again :
65. LOVE UNACCOUNTABLE
'Tis not her birth, her friends, nor yet her treasure,
66. NO COWARD SOUL IS MINE
No coward soul is mine,
I see Heaven's glories shine,
O God within my breast,
Life-that in me has rest,
Vain are the thousand creeds
Worthless as withered weeds,
To waken doubt in one
So surely anchored on
With wide-embracing love
Pervades and broods above,
Though earth and man were gone,
And Thou wert left alone,
There is not room for Death
Thou—Thou art Being and Breath,
67. THE OLD STOIC RICHES I hold in light esteem,
And Love I laugh to scorn ;
That vanished with the morn :
That moves my lips for me
And give me liberty !!
"Tis all that I implore ;
With courage to endure.