34 HUM-BIRD AND BUMBLE.
Is it only a dreamer s fancy, then,
That I call to mind, twas the children gave
To the church its bell ? that the name it bears Is written over a little grave ?
Does the brazen mass keep a loyal heart In remembrance still of a childish saint,
And is that the reason evermore
Why the tones evoked echo far and faint ?
Only idle fancy, I know, all this,
And yet when I hear the pathetic peal,
I wonder still if the children s bell
Is not stamped in truth with the children s seal,
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WEE Bobbie, and Nettie, and Willie, Come here, on the grass by my knee, Till I tell you about a great battle It fell to my fortune to see.
Busy Bumble-bee found a sweet lily
With rosy silk curtains inside, And crept for a nap in its hollow,
Intending till morn to abide.
How he snored ! Yes, I heard him so loudly ! I laughed at his perfect content,
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