Poem The Violet
The Violet
Poem If Ever I See

If Ever I See

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If ever I see, On bush or tree, Young birds in their pretty nest, I must not in play, Steal the birds away, To grieve their mother’s breast. My mother, I know, Would sorrow so, Should I be stolen away; So I’ll speak to the birds In my softest words, Nor hurt them in my…

Poem The Little Land
The Little Land
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If ever I see,

On bush or tree,

Young birds in their pretty nest,

I must not in play,

Steal the birds away,

To grieve their mother’s breast.

My mother, I know,

Would sorrow so,

Should I be stolen away;

So I’ll speak to the birds

In my softest words,

Nor hurt them in my play.

And when they can fly

In the bright blue sky,

They’ll warble a song to me;

And then if I’m sad

It will make me glad

To think they are happy and free.

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