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 Front Cover
 Series title
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Introduction
 Table of Contents
 The blackberry girl, part I
 The blackberry girl, part II
 Good children
 Poor crazy Robert
 The pet lamb
 Father William and the young...
 The little girl and her pets
 The flowers
 The child and the flowers
 One, two, buckle my shoe
 Washing and dressing
 The industrious boy
 We are seven
 The idle boy
 Casabianca
 Twinkle, twinkle, little star
 Back Cover
 Spine






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Title: Phebe, the blackberry girl
Series Title: Uncle Thomas's stories for good children
Physical Description: 72 p. : ill. ; 14 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Hartwell, Alonzo, 1805-1873 ( Illustrator )
Livermore, Edward ( Publisher )
Publisher: Edward Livermore
Place of Publication: Worcester Mass
Publication Date: 1850, c1847
Copyright Date: 1847
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Statement of Responsibility: <By Uncle Thomas>.
General Note: In verse.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Series title
        Page 2
    Frontispiece
        Page 3
    Title Page
        Page 4
        Page 5
    Introduction
        Page 6
    Table of Contents
        Page 7
        Page 8
    The blackberry girl, part I
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
    The blackberry girl, part II
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
    Good children
        Page 23
        Page 24
    Poor crazy Robert
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
    The pet lamb
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
    Father William and the young man
        Page 37
        Page 38
    The little girl and her pets
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
    The flowers
        Page 43
        Page 44
    The child and the flowers
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
    One, two, buckle my shoe
        Page 49
        Page 50
    Washing and dressing
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
    The industrious boy
        Page 55
        Page 56
    We are seven
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
    The idle boy
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
    Casabianca
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
    Twinkle, twinkle, little star
        Page 71
        Page 72
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
    Spine
        Spine
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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1847,
By EDWAPD LIVERMORE,
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Massachusetts.













Uncle Thomas's Stories for Good Children.

THE design of this series of unpre-
tending little books, is, to give to the
Young information, joined with amuse-
ment.
They are prepared for yunrig'chiFd'ren,
and it, from the reading of these stories,
t4ey acquire a love for good books, the
compiler's object will be accomplished.
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THE BLACKBERRY GIRL, PART ., . 9
THE BLACKBERRY GIRL, PART II., 19
GOOD CHILDREN, .. ... .. 23
POOR CRAZY ROBERT, .. ... .25
THE PET LAMB, ...... 29
FATHER WILLIAMI AND THE YOUNG MAN, 37
THE LITTLE GIRL AND HER PETS, 39
THE FLOWERS, .. ......... "43
THE CHILD AND THE FLOWERS, 45
ONE, TWO, BUCKLE MY SHOE, .. .49
WASHING AN4DRESSING, .. 51
THE INDUSTRIOUS BOY, : . 55
WE ARE SEVEN, .. .... 57
STHE IDLE BOY, . 63.
CASABIANCA,. . ... 67, '
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PART I.

" WHY, Phebe, are you come so soon,
Where are your berries, child ?
You cannot, sure, have sold them all,
You had a basket pil'd."

"No, mother, as I climbed the fence,
4 The nearest way to town,
My apron caught upon a stake,
And so I tumbled down.


" I scratched my arm, and tore my hair,
But still did not complain;
And had my blackberries been.safe, :
Should not have cared a grain.


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" But when I saw them on the ground
All scattered by my side,
I picked my empty basket up,
And down I sat and cried.

"Just then a pretty little Miss
Chanced to be walking by;
She stopped, and looking pitiful,
She begg'd me not to cry.

" Poor little girl, you fell,' said she,
And must be sadly hurt'-
'O, no,' I cried, but see my fruit,
All mixed with sand and dirt!'

"' Well, do not grieve for that,' she said:
'Go home, and get some more:'
Ah, no, for I have stripped the vines,
These were the last they bore.

"My father, Miss, is very poor,
Ani works in yonder stall;

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He has so many little ones,
He cannot clothe us all.

"I always long'd to go to church,
But never could I go;
For when I ask'd him for a gown,
He always answered, 'No.'

"' There's not a father in the world
That loves his children more;
Id get you one with all my heart,
But, Phebe, I am poor.'

But when the blackberries were ripe
He said to me one day,.
Phebe, if you will take the time
That's given you for play,

And gather blackberries enough, -
And carry them to town, -
To buy your bonnet and your shoes,
I'll try to get a gown.'












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14 THE BLA(.KBEIRRY GIRL.

0 Miss, I fairly jumped for joy,
My spirits were so light:
And so, when I had leave to play,
I picked with all my might.

"I sold enough to get my shoes,
About a week ago;
And these, if they had not Been spilt,
Would buy a bonnet too.

"But now they are gone, they all are gone,
And I can get no more,
And Sundays I mubt stay at home
Just as I did before.

And, mother, then. I cried again,
As hard as I could cry;
And, looking up, I saw a tear
Was standing in her eye.

"She caught her bonnet from her head-
'Here, here,' she cried, take this!'







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O, no, indeed I fear your 'ma
Would be offended, Miss.













"'My 'ma! no, never! she delights
All sorrow to beguile;
And 'tis the sweetest joy she feels,
To make the wretched smile.

" She taught me when I had enough,
To share it with the poor:
And never let a needy child
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THE BLACKBERRY GIRL.


"' So take it, for you need not fear
Offending her, you see;
I have another, too, at home,
And one 's enough for me.'

" So then I took it, here it is-
For pray what could I do ?
And, mother, I shall love that Miss
As ldng as I love you."


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PART II.

WHAT have you in that basket, child ?",
"Blackberries, Miss, all pick'd to-day;
They're very large and fully ripe;
Do look at them, and taste them pray."

0 yes: they're very nice, indeed.
Here's fourpence that will buy a few:
Not quite so many as I want-
However, I must make it do."

S" Nay, Miss, but you must take the whole;"
"I can't, indeed, my money's spent;
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"And if you had a thousand, Miss,
I'd not accept of one from you.
Pray take them, they are all your own,
And take the little basket, too.

"Have you forgot the little girl
You last year gave a bonnet to ?
Perhaps you have but ever will
That little girl remember you.

And ever since, I've been to church,
For much do I delight to go;
And there I learn that works of love
Are what all children ought to do.

So then I thought within myself,
That pretty basket, Billy wove,
I'll fill with fruit for thafdear Miss,
For sure 'twill be a work of love.

"And so one morning up I rose,
While yet the fields were wet with dew,








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* And pick'd the nicest I could find,
And brought them, fresh and sweet, for you.


I know the gift is small indeed,
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But still I hope you'll not refuse
All that poor Phebe has to give."


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How lovely, how charming the sight,
When children their Savior obey!
The angels look down with delight,
This beautiful scene to survey.
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Little Samuel was holy and good;
Obadiah served God from his youth,
And Timothy well understood,
From a dhild, the Scripture of truth.

But Jesus was better than they:
From a child he was spotless and pure,
His parents he loved to obey,
And God's perfect will to endure.





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24 GOOD CHILDREN.

Like Samuel, Lord, I would be,
SObadiah and Timothy, too;
And oh! grant thy help unto me,
The steps of my Lord to pursue.

Make me humble, and holy, and mild,
From the wicked constrain me to flee,
And then though I am but a child,
My soul shall find favor of thee.

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POOR ROBERT is crazy, his hair is turned gray,
His beard has grown long, and hangs down to
his breast;
Misfortune has taken his reason away,
His heart has no comfort, his head has no rest.

Poor man, it would please me to soften thy woes,
To soothe thy affliction, and yield thee support;
But see'through the village, wherever he goes,
The cruet boys follow, and turn him to sport.

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And 'y to provoke him, and call him old Bob,
And hunt him about till he's ready to faint.

But ah! wicked children, I fear they forget
That God does their cruel diversion behold;
And that in his book dreadful curses are writ,
For those who shall mock at the poor and the old,

S Poor Robert, thy troubles will shortly be o'er,
Forget in the grave thy misfortunes will be ;
But God will his vengeance assuredly pour
On those wicked children who persecute thee.












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THE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink;
I heard a voice: it said, Drink, pretty creature,
drink!
And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied
A snow-white mountain Lamb with a maiden at its
side.

No bther sheep were near; the Lamb was all alone,
And by a slender cord was tethered to a stone;
With one knee on the grass did the little maiden
kneel,
While to that mountain Lamb she gave its evening
meal.
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The Lamb, while from her hand he thus his sup-
per took,
Seemed to feast with head and ears; and his tail
with pleasure shook.
Drink, pretty creature, drink, she said in such a tone
That I almost received her heart into my own.

'Twas little Barbara Lethwaite, a child of beauty
rare!
I watched them with delight, they were a lovely
pair:
Now with her empty can the maiden turned away;
But ere ten yards were gone her footsteps did she
stay.

Towards the Lamb she looked; and from that
shady place
I unobserved could see the workings of her face;
If nature to her tongue could measured numbers
bring,
Thus, thought I, to her Lamb that little maid
might sing!


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What ails thee, young one ? what ? why pull so at
thy cord ?
Is it not well with thee? well both for bed and
board ?
Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass
can be;
Rest, little young one, rest; what isn't that aileth
thee ?

What is it thou wouldst seek ? what is wanting to
thy heart ?
Thy limbs are they not strong ? And beautiful
thou art:
This grass is tender grass; these flowers they
have no peers;
And that green corn all day is rustling in thy ears !


If the*un be shining hot, do but stretch thy woollen
chain;
This beech is standing by, its covert thou canst
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THE PET LAMB.


For rain and mountain storms, the like thou need'st
not fear ;
The rain and storm are things that scarcely can
come here.


Rest little young one, rest; thou hast forgot the day
When my father found thee first in places far away;
Many flocks were on the hills, but thou wert owned
by none,
And thy mother from thy side forevermore was
gone.


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He took thee in his arms, and in pity brought thee
home!
A blessed day for thee then whither wouldst thou
roam ?
A faithful nurse thou hast; the dam that did thee
I yean
Upon the mountain tops no kinder could have
been.

Thou knowest that twice a day I brought thee in
this can
Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever
ran;
And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with
dew,
I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and
new.

Thy limbs will shortly be twice as stout as they
are now;
Then I'll yoke thu, to my cart, like a pony in the
plough;







THE PET LAMB.


My playmate thou shalt be; and when the wind is
cold
Our hearth shall be thy bed, our house shall be
thy fold.









It will not, will not rest! poor creature, caf it be
That 'tis thy mother's heart which is working so m
thee ?
Things that I know not of belike to thee are dear,
And dreams of things which thou canst neither see
nor hear.

Alas, the mountain tops that look so green and
fair !
I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come
there


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THE PET LAMB.


The little brooks that seem all pastime and at play,
When they are angry, roar like lions for their prey.

Here thou need'st not dread the raven in the sky;
Night and day thou art safe, our cottage is hard
by.
Why bleat so after me ? why pull so at thy chain ?
Sleep -and at break of day I will come to thee
again.

As homeward through the lane I went with lazy
feet,
This song to myself did I oftentimes repeat;
And it seemed, as I retraced the ballad line by line,
That but half of it was hers, and one half of it was
mine.

Again, and once again, did I repeat the song;
Nay, said I, more than half to the damsel must
belong;
For she looked with such a look, and she spake
with such a tone,
That I almost received her heart into my own.


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You are old, Father William, the young man cries,
The few locks which are left you are gray:
You appear, Father William, a healthy old man;
Now tell me the reason, I pray.

When I was a youth, Father William replied,
I remembered that youth would fly fast:
I abused not my health and my vigor at first,
That I never might need them at last.
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38 FATHER WILLIAM AND THE YOUNG MAN.


You are old, Father William, the young man said,
And pleasures, with youth, pass away;
And yet you repent not the days that are gone
Now tell me the reason, I pray,

When I was a youth, Father William replied,
I remembered that youth could not last:
I thought of the future, whatever I did,
That I never might grieve for the past.

You are old, Father William, the young man still
cries,
And life is swift hastening away -
You are cheerful, and love to converse upon death!
Come tell me the reason, I pray.

I am cheerful, young man, Father William replied;
Let the cause your attention engage:
In the days of my youth I remembered my God !
And he hath not forgotten my age.



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Girl. SWALLOW, thou dear one! now thou, in-
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From thy wandering dost reappear,
Tell me, who is it to thee that hath said
That again it is spring-time here.
Swa. The fatherly God, in that far-off clime,
Who sent me, he told me 'twas sweet
spring-time.

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The snow it was gone, the sun shone warm,
The merry gnats danced in many a swarm,
The Swallow knew neither want nor care,
She found for her children enough and to
spare.

Girl. Come, little Dog, 'tis your master's will
That you learn to sit upright and still.
Dog. Learn must I? I'm so small, you see,
Just for a little while let it be !
rGirl. No, little Dog, it is far best to learn soon,
For later it would be more painfully done.

The little Dog learned, without more ado,
And soon could sit upright and walk up-
right too;
In deepest waters unfearing could spring,
And whatever was lost could speedily bring,
The master saw his pleasure, and he too
began
To learn, and thus grew up a wise, good
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SAY, Ma did God make all the flowers
That richly bloom to-day ?
And is it he that sends sweet showers
To make them look so gay ?

Did he make all the mountains
That rear their heads so high ?
And all the little fountains
That glide so gently by ?

And does he care for children small ?
Say, ma.! does God love me ?






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Has he the guardian care of all
The various things we see ?

Yes! yes! my child, he made them all -
Flowers, mountains, plants and tree ;
No man so great, no child so small,
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PUT up thy work, dear mother;
Dear mother, come with me,
For I've found within the garden
The beautiful sweet-pea!

And rows of stately hollyhocks
Down by the garden-wall,
All yellow, white and crimson,
So many-hued and tall!

And bending on their stalks, mother,
Are roses white and red;


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And pale-stemmed balsams all a-blow,
On every garden-bed.

Put up thy work, I pray thee,
And come out, mother dear!
We used to buy these flowers,
But they are growing here !

0, mother! little Amy
Would have loved these flowers to see;
Dost remember how we tried to get
For her a pink sweet-pea ?

Dost remember how she loved
Those rose-leaves pale and sere?
I wish she had but lived to see
The lovely roses here.!

Put up thy work, dear mother,
And wipe those tears away!
And come into the garden
Before 'tis set of day!
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ONE, TWO, BUCKLE MY SHOE.


ONE, two,
Buckle my shoe;
Three, four,
Shut the door;
Five, six,
Pick up sticks;
Seven, eight,
Lay them straight;
Nine, ten,
A good fat hen;
Eleven, twelve,
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Thirteen, fourteen,
Maids a courting;
Fifteen, sixteen,
Maids a kissing;
Seventeen, eighteen,
Maids a waiting;
Nineteen, twenty,
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AH! why will my dear little girl be so cross,
And cry, and look sulky and pout ?
To lose her sweet smile is a terrible loss;
I can't even kiss her without.

You say you don't like to be washed and be drest,
But would you be dirty and foul?
Come, drive that long sob from your dear little
breast,
And clear your sweet face from its scowl.

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Will the water grow warmer for all that you've
said ?
And what good will it do you to cry?

It is not to tease you, and hurt you, my sweet,
But only for kindness and care,
That I wash you and dress you, and make you
look neat,
And comb out your tanglesome hair.

I don't mind the trouble, if you would not cry,
But pay me for all with a kiss ;
That's right, take the towel and wipe your wet
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IN a cottage upon the heath wild,
That always was cleanly and nice,
Liv'd William, a good little child,
Who minded his parents' advice.

'Tis true he lov'd marbles and kite,,
And spin-top, and nine-pins, and ball;
But this I declare with delight,
His book he loved better than all.

In active and useful employ
His youth gayly glided away;
While rational pleasures and joy
Attended his steps every day.




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56 THE INDUSTRIOUS BOY.

And now let us se6 him grown up;
Still cheerfulness dwelt in his mind,
.Contentment yet sweeten'd his cup,
For still he was active and kind.

His garden well loaded with store,
His cot by the side of the green,
Where woodbines crept over the door,
And jessamines peep'd in between.

These filled him with honest delight,
And rewarded him well for his toil:
He went to bed cheerful at night,
And woke in the morn with a smile.

















BY WM. WORDSWORTH.

A SIMPLE child,"
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death!

I met a little cottage girl:
She was eight years old, she said;
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That clustered round her head.

She had a rustic woodland air,
And she was wildly clad:
Her eyes were fair, and very fair;
Her beauty made me glad.







WE ARE SEVEN.


Sisters and brothers, little maid,
How many may you be?
How many ? Seven in all, she said,
And wondering looked at me.










And where are they? I pray you tell.
She answered seven are wb;
And two of us at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea.

Two of us in the churchyard lie,
My sister and my brother;
And in the churchyard cottage, I
Dwell near them with my mother.


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WE ARE SEVEN.


You say that two at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea,
Yet ye are seven! I pray you, tell,
Sweet maid, how this may be.

Then did the little maid reply,
Seven boys and girls are we;
Two of us in the churchyard lie,
Beneath the churchyard tree.

You run about, my little maid
Your limbs they are alive;
If two are in the churchyard laid,
Then ye are only five.

Their graves are green, they may be seen,
The little maid replied,
Twelve steps or more from mother's door,
And they are side by side.

My stockings there I often knit,
My 'kerchief there I hem;


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And there upon the ground I sit-
I sit and sing to them.

And often after sunset, sir,
When it is light and fair,
I take my little porringer,
And eat my supper there.

The first that died was little Jane;
In bed she moaning lay,
Till God released her of her pain;
And then she went away.

So in the churchyard she was laid;
And when the grass was dry,
Together round her grave we played,
My brother John and I.

And when the ground was white with snow,
And I could run and slide,
My brother John was forced to go,
And he lies by her side.


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62 WE ARE SEVEN.

How many are you, then, said I,
If they two are in Heaven ?
The little maiden did reply,
0 master! we are seven.

But they are dead, those two are dead !
Their spirits are in heaven !
'Twas throwing words away; for still
The little maid would have her will,
And said, Nay, we are seven.























THOMAS was an idle lad,
And laung'd about all day ;
And though he many a lesson had,
He minded nought but play.

He only car'd for top or ball,
Or marbles, hoop or kite:
But as for learning, that was all
Neglected by him quite.










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In vain his mother's kind advice
In vain his master's care;
He followed ev'ry idle vice,
And learnt to curse and swear!

And think you, when he grew a man,
He prosper'd in his ways ?
No; wicked courses never can
Bring good and happy days.

Without a shilling in his purse,
Or cot to call his own,
'Poor Thomas grew from bad to worse,
And hardened as a stone.


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And oh, it grieves me much to write
His melancholy end;
Then let us leave the dreadful sight,
And thoughts of pity send.

But may we this important truth
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"All those who're idle in their youth
Will suffer when they're old."
























THE boy stood on the burning deck,
Whence all but him had fled !
The flame that lit the battle's wreck,
Shone round him o'er the dead.

Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud though childlike form.






CASABIANCA.


The flames rolled on-he would not go,
Without his father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.

He called aloud-Say, father, say
If yet my task is done ?
He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.

Speak, father! once again he cried,
If I may yet be gone;
And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.

Upon his brow he felt their breath,
And in his waving hair;
And looked from that lone post of dept:i
In still, yet brave despair,

And shouted but once more aloud
My father must I stay!


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While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.

They wrapt the ship in splendor wild,
They caught the flag on high,
And streamed above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.

There came a burst of thunder sound:
The boy-O, where was he?
Ask of the winds, that far around
With fragments strewed the sea-

With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part;
But the noblest thing that perished there
Was that young faithful heart.










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Twinkle, twinkle, little Star.



TWINKLE, twinkle, little star;
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.


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12 TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR.

Then the traveller in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark !
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep
For you never shut your eye
Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveller in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.



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