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        I have a boy of ?ve years old,

        o see;

        iys mould,

        And dearly he loves me.

        One morn rolld on our dry walk,

        Our quiet house all full in view,

        Ated talk

        As    to do.

        My ts on former pleasures ran;

        I t of Kilves delightful shore,

        My pleasant home, when spring began,

        A long, long year before.

        A day it was when I could bear

        to think again;

        ito spare,

        I could not feel a pain.

        My boy was by my side, so slim

        And graceful in ic dress!

        And oftentimes I talked to him,

        In very idleness.

        tty race;

        t and warm;

        "Kilve," said I, " place,

        "And so is Liswyn farm.

        "My little boy, w;

        I said and took he arm--

        "Our ful shore,

        "Or    Lis;

        "And tell me, ;

        I said and he arm,

        "At Kilves smoothe green sea,

        "Or    Lis;

        In careless mood    me,

        ill I he arm,

        And said, "At Kilve Id rather be

        "t Lis;

        "Notle Edward, say why so;

        My little Edell me w;

        "I ot tell, I do not kno;

        &que," said I.

        "For, here are woods and green-hills warm;

        "t some reason be

        " Liswyn farm

        "For Kilve by t;

        At this, my boy, so fair and slim,

        hung down his head, nor made reply;

        And ?ve times did I say to him,

        "ell me w;

        ,

        It caug plain--

        Upon top, glittering bright,

        A broad and gilded vane.

        tongue unlock,

        And to me he made reply;

        "At Kilve ther-cock,

        "And ts t;

        O, dearest boy! my

        For better lore would seldom yearn,

        Could I but teac

        Of hee I learn.
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