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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: Tis the heaven of flowers you see there ; All the wild-flowers of the forest, All the lilies of the prairie, When on earth they fade and perish, Blossom in that heaven above us. When he heard the owls at midnight.Hooting, laughing in the forest, What is that ? he cried, in terror ;What is that, he said, Nokomis?And the good Nokomis answered :That is but the owl and owlet,Talking in their native language.Talking, scolding at each other. Then the little HiawathaLearned of every bird its language.Learned their names and all their secrets,How they built their nests in summer.Where they hid themselves in winter,Talked with them wheneer he met them.Called them Hiawathas Chickens. Of all beasts he learned the language.Learned their names and all their secrets,How the beavers built their lodges,Where the squirrels hid their acorns.How the remdeer ran so swiftly,Why the rabbit was so timid.Talked with them wheneer he met them,Called them Hiawathas Brothers. — H. W. Longfelloio. LEQENDARY. m.

Text Appearing After Image: THE PIED PIPER OF HAMBLIN. Hamelin Towns in Brunswick,By famous Hanover city ; Tlie river Weser deep and wideWashes its walls on the southern side ;A pleasanter spot you never spied ;But, when begins my ditty, Almost five hundred years ago,To see the townsfolk suffer soProm vermin, was a pity 122 CHILD LIFE. j Rats ! They fought the dogs and killed the cats, And bit the babies in their cradles, / And ate the cheeses out of the vats, ( And licked the soup from the cooks own ladles,Split open the kegs of salted sprats,Made nests inside mens Sunday hats.And even spoiled the womens chats,By drowning then- speakingWith shrieking and squeakingIn fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body To the Town-hall came flocking : Tis clear, cried they, our Mayors a noddy ;And as for our Corporation — shockingTo think we buy gowns lined with ermineFor dolts that cant or wont determineWhats best to rid us of our vermin !You hope, because you re old and obese,To find iu the furry c

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