The young lambs ran a pretty race;

In careless mood he looked at me,

I said and held him by the arm,

His face is fair and fresh to see;

I thought of Kilves delightful shore,

"And thats the reason why."

With so much happiness to spare,

My thoughts on former pleasures ran;

And said, "At Kilve Id rather be

"Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm

"九九藏書Now, little Edward, say why so;

While still I held him by the arm,

For better lore would seldom yearn,

"There surely must some reason be

And dearly he loves me.

My boy was by my side, so slim

His head he raised--there was in sight,

"And so is Liswyn farm.

Hung down h九九藏書is head, nor made reply;

"Why? Edward, tell me why?"

And ?ve times did I say to him,

"And tell me, had you rather be,"

I said and took him by the arm--

"Kilve," said I, "was a pleasant place,

Oh dearest, dearest boy! my heart

"For, here are woods and green-hills warm;

The morning sun shone bright and warm;

As we are wont to d九-九-藏-書o.

A day it was when I could bear

And thus to me he made reply;

It caught his eye, he saw it plain--

"For Kilve by the green sea."

Upon the house-top, glittering bright,

And graceful in his rustic dress!

A long, long year before.

"Or here at Liswyn farm?"

Of what from thee I learn.

One morn we strolld on our dry walk,

A broad and gilded vane.

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"Why this is strange," said I.

I could not feel a pain.

My little Edward, tell me why;"

Could I but teach the hundredth part

Then did the boy his tongue unlock,

To think, and think, and think again;

"Than here at Liswyn farm."

Our quiet house all full in view,

"Or here at Liswyn farm?"

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And oftentimes I talked to him,

My pleasant home, when spring began,

"I cannot tell, I do not know,"

I have a boy of ?ve years old,

And held such intermitted talk

"At Kilves smooth shore by the green sea,

"Our home by Kilves delightful shore,

At this, my boy, so fair and slim,

His limbs are cast in beautys mould,

In very idleness.