. Be a good boy ; good-bye, and other back home poems. field near by. They soon were lost in the charming sight,Of fields and woods and the meeting He heard the birds in the cherry tree, He knew their names from their random notes, From the wing-hft fly that he watched to the gladsome song from their joyous throats. A flicker hammers an old dead tree, A red-head sits on a distant happy robin sings a hymn, While the purple grackles strut and boast. He sees the spider weave and spin A web to catch and hold her prey,And the funnel-house she hastens in, When danger comes along
. Be a good boy ; good-bye, and other back home poems. field near by. They soon were lost in the charming sight,Of fields and woods and the meeting He heard the birds in the cherry tree, He knew their names from their random notes, From the wing-hft fly that he watched to the gladsome song from their joyous throats. A flicker hammers an old dead tree, A red-head sits on a distant happy robin sings a hymn, While the purple grackles strut and boast. He sees the spider weave and spin A web to catch and hold her prey,And the funnel-house she hastens in, When danger comes along her way. He laughs at tumble-bugs that roll Their little spheres with a backward push, But helps to place them in a holeBeneath the shade of an elder bush. But soon all nature fades from sight, He does not see the passing teams,On Fanc3s wings he takes liis flight, And visits realms of youthful dreams. Perhaps those dreams arouse and wakeThe life that else in sleep were spent, And from his mind, so thoughtless, takeThe stolid hope of calm .4^
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