CHILDREN IN EXILE.
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Each morn their little dusky feet
Sprang down the sparkling lea,
To plunge beneath the glowing stream
Beside the chestnut tree;
And when the hiding squirrel's nest
They sought, far up the hills,
They bathed their reeking foreheads cool
Among the mountain rills.
Sprang down the sparkling lea,
To plunge beneath the glowing stream
Beside the chestnut tree;
And when the hiding squirrel's nest
They sought, far up the hills,
They bathed their reeking foreheads cool
Among the mountain rills.
They saw the early silver moon
Peep through her wavy bower,
And in her beams they chased the bat
Around his leafy tower;
And, when the stars all silently
Went out o'er hill and plain,
They listened low to merry chimes
Of Summer evening rain.
Peep through her wavy bower,
And in her beams they chased the bat
Around his leafy tower;
And, when the stars all silently
Went out o'er hill and plain,
They listened low to merry chimes
Of Summer evening rain.
