A day it was when I could bear To think-and think-and think again With so much happiness to spare, My boy was by my side, so slim The young lambs ran a pretty race; My little boy, which like you more," And tell me, had you rather be," said, and held him by the arm "At Kilve's smooth shore by the green sea, Or here at Liswyn farm ?" In careless mood he looked at me, "Now, little Edward, say why so; 66 "For, here are woods, and green hills warm: There surely must some reason be Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm For Kilve by the green sea. At this, my boy hung down his head, He blushed with shame, nor made reply; And five times to the child I said, Why, Edward, tell me why ?" His head he raised-there was in sight, Then did the boy his tongue unlock; O dearest, dearest boy! my heart RURAL ARCHITECTURE. THERE'S George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Re- Three rosy-cheeked schoolboys, the highest not more To the top of GREAT HOW* did it please them to climb; They built him of stones gathered up as they lay; And so without scruple they called him Ralph Jones. Just half a week after, the wind sallied forth, From the peak of the crag blew the giant away. THE PET LAMB. A PASTORAL. THE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink; A snow-white mountain lamb, with a maiden at its side. No other sheep were near, the lamb was all alone, The lamb, while from her hand he thus his supper took, 'Twas little Barbara Lewthwaite, a child of beauty rare! * GREAT HOW is a single and conspicuous hill, which rises towards the foot of the Thirlmere, on the western side of the beautiful dale of Legberthwaite, along the high road between Keswick and Ambleside. |