ride, 1 learnd, as walking slowly by their sideI heard their conversation. Often she— Brother, is this the country that I see ? The bricks were smoking and the ground was broke,There were no signs of verdure when she spoke.He, as the well-informd delight in chidingThe ignorant, these questions… … 118 POETRY FOR CHILDREN This is the country, sure enough! * she cries: Ist not a charming place ? The boy replies, Well go no further. No, says she, no need:No finer place than this can be, indeed 1I left them gathering flowers, the happiest pairThat ever London sent to breathe the fine fresh air.
Children's poetry, English
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