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Hear what the mournful linnets say: "We built our nest compact and warm, But cruel boys came round our way

And took our summerhouse by storm.

"They crushed the eggs so neatly laid;

So now we sit with drooping wing, And watch the ruin they have made, Too late to build, too sad to sing."

A baby's cradle with no baby in it,

A baby's grave where autumn leaves drop sere; The sweet soul gathered home to Paradise,

The body waiting here.

Inomer

baby?

Heaven

Hop-o'-my-thumb and little Jack Horner,

What do you mean by tearing and fighting? Sturdy dog Trot close round the corner,

I never caught him growling and biting.

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth,
Love is like a rose the joy of all the earth;
Faith is like a lily lifted high and white,
Love is like a lovely rose the world's delight;
Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth,
But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.

O wind, why do you never rest,
Wandering, whistling to and fro,
Bringing rain out of the west,

From the dim north bringing snow?