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Läsebok N:o 17 —19.
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On the smooth shaven grass, by the side of a wood,
Beneath a broad oak, which for ages had stood,
See the children of earth and the tenants of air
To an evening’s amusement together repair.
And there came the beetle, so blind and so black,
Who carried the emmet, his friend, on his back;
And there came the gnat, and the dragon-fly too,
With all their relations — green, orange, and blue.
And there came the moth, with her plumage of down,
And the hornet, with jacket of yellow and brown,
Who with him the ivasp, his companion, did bring,
But they promised that evening to lay by their sting.
Then the sly little dormouse peeped out of his hole,
And led to the feast his blind cousin the molé;
And the snail with his horns peeping out of his shell,
Came fatigued with the distance — the length of an ell.
A mushroom the table, and on it was spread
A water-dock leaf, which their table-cloth made,
The viands were various, to each of their taste,
And the T)ee brought the honey to sweeten the feast.
With steps more majestic the snail did advance,
xVnd he promised the gazers a minuet to dance:
But they all laughed so loud, that he drew in his head,
And went in his own little chamber to bed.
Then, as evening gave way to the shadows of night,
Their watchman, the glow-ivorm, came out with his light;
So home let us hasten, while yet we can see,
For no watchman is waiting for you or for me.
Pioscoe.
13. 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:
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She was eight years old, she said ;
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That clustered round her head.
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