“Where Go the Boats?”

“Where Go the Boats?”

~Robert Louis Stevenson

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Dark brown is the river,

Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,

With trees on either hand.
Green leaves a-floating,

Castles of the foam,

Boats of mine a-boating-

Where will all come home?
On goes the river,

And out past the mill,

Away down the valley,

Away down the hill.
Away down the river,

A hundred miles or more,

Other little children

Shall bring my boats ashore.

“The Star
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“The Star
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~Jane Taylor

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Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone,

When he nothing shines upon,

Then you show your little light,

Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Then the traveler in the dark,

Thanks you for your tiny spark,

He could not see which way to go,

If you did not twinkle so.
In the dark blue sky you keep,

And often through my curtains peep,

For you never shut you eye,

Till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright and tiny spark,

Lights the traveler in the dark-

Though I know not what you are,

Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

“The Lamb”

“The Lamb”
William Blake

    Little Lamb, who made thee
    Dost thou know who made thee,
    Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
    By the stream and o’er the mead;
    Gave thee clothing of delight,
    Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
    Gave thee such a tender voice,
    Making all the vales rejoice?
    Little Lamb, who made thee?
    Dost thou know who made thee?

    Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee;
    Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee:
    He is called by thy name,
    For He calls Himself a Lamb
    He is meek, and He is mild,
    He became a little child.
    I a child, and thou a lamb,
    We are called by His name.
    Little Lamb, God bless thee!
    Little Lamb, God bless thee!