Of course the watching children called loudly for help, butpeople thought them only playing, as usual. At last a bather heardtheir cries and hurried to the spot. It was not a minute toosoon. The barrel, with its precious load, was fast going down. Robert was taken home and put in his bed. The… … Cat-birds, from the wayside bushes,Cry, The shower is clone! Crickets, in the tangled grasses,Chirp to see the sun. Hiding bees, from roses peeping, Clamber down the stems;Drip, drip, with the freshened breezes, What a spray of gems! Robin, with his breast of crimson, Bobs up in the clover,Piping,…
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