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Identifier: cu31924014524619 Title: Child life: a collection of poems Year: 1871 (1870s) Authors: Whittier, John Greenleaf, 1807-1892 Subjects: Children's poetry Publisher: Boston, Houghton, Osgood and company Contributing Library: Cornell University Library Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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Text Appearing Before Image: the road Thus seeing Gilpin fly.With postboy scampering in the rear, They raisd a hue and cry : — S46 CHILD LIFE. Stop thief ! — stop thief ! — a highwayman ! Not one of them was mute ;And all and each that passed that way, Did join in the pursuit And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space :The toll-men thinking, as before, That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too For he got first to town ;Nor stoppd till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king, And Gilpin, long live he ;And, when he next doth ride abroad, May I be there to see. —William Coivper THE SPIDER AND THE FLY. Will you walk into my parlor? Said a spider to a fly ;Tis the prettiest little parlor That ever you did spy.The way into my parlor Is up a winding stair,And I have many pretty things To show when you are there. Oh no, no ! said the little fly, To ask me is in vain ;For who goes up your winding stair, Can neer come down again. MISCELLANEOUS. 247

Text Appearing After Image: 248 CHILD LIFE. I m sure you must be weary With soaring up so high ;Will you rest upon my little bed ? Said the spider to the fly. There are pretty curtains drawn around, The sheets are fine and thin ;And if you like to rest awhile, I II siuigly tuck you in. Oh no, no ! said the little fly, For I ve often heard it said,They never, never wake again, Who sleep upon your bed. Said the cunning spider to the fly, Dear frieud, what shall I do.To pr<.jve the warm atfection, 1 ve always felt for you ?I have, within my pantry, Goiid store of all thats nice ;I m sure yon re very welcome — Will yiju please to take a slice ? Oh no, no ! .said the little fly, Kind sir, that cannot be ;I ve heard whats in your pantry, And I do not wish to see. Sweet creature, said the spider, You re witty and you re wise ;Ho-w handsome are your gauzy Avings, How Ijrilhaut are your eyes.I liave a little looking-glass Up(jn my parlor shelf ;If you 11 step in one moment, dear, You shall behold yourself. MISCELLAN

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