"My little boy, which like you more,"
I said and took him by the arm—
"Our home by Kilve's delightful shore,
"Or here at Liswyn farm ?"

"And tell me, had you rather be," I said and held him by the arm,

"At Kilve's smooth shore by the green sea, "Or here at Liswyn farm?

In careless mood he looked at me,
While still I held him by the arm,
And said, "At Kilve I'd rather be
"Than here at Liswyn farm."

"Now, little Edward, say why so;
My little Edward, tell me why;"
"I cannot tell, I do not know."

"For, here are woods and green-hills warm; "There surely must some reason be

Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm "For Kilve by the green sea."

At this, my boy, so fair and slim,
Hung down his head, nor made reply;
And five times did I say to him,
"Why? Edward, tell me why?"

His head he raised—there was in sight,
It caught his eye, he saw it plain—
Upon the house-top, glittering bright,
A broad and gilded vane.

Then did the boy his tongue unlock,
And thus to me he made reply;

"At Kilve there was no weather-cock,
"And that's the reason why."

Oh dearest, dearest boy! my

heart

For better lore would seldom yearn,

Could I but teach the hundredth part

Of what from thee I learn.

WE ARE SEVEN.

A simple child, dear brother Jim,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,

What should it know of death?

I met a little cottage girl,

She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl

That cluster'd round her head.

She had a rustic, woodland air,

And she was wildly clad;

Her eyes were fair, and very fair,

—Her beauty made me glad.

"Sisters and brothers, little maid,

"How many may you be?"

"How many? seven in all," she said,

And wondering looked at me.

"And where are they, I pray you tell?"

She answered, "Seven are we,

"And two of us at Conway dwell,

"And two are gone to sea.

"Two of us in the church-yard lie,

"My sister and my brother,

"And in the church-yard cottage, I "Dwell near them with my mother."

"You say that two at Conway dwell,

"And two are gone to sea,

"Yet you are seven ;

I

pray you tell

"Sweet Maid, how this may be ?"