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SONG.
Once I was a child,
Oimè!
Full of frolic wild;
Oimè!
All the stars for glancing,
- All
- the earth for dancing;
Oimè! Oimè!
When I ran about,
Oimè!
All the flowers came out,
Oimè!
Here and there like stray things,
Just to be my playthings.
Oimè! Oimè!
Mother's eyes were deep,
Oimè!
Never needing sleep.
Oimè!
Morning--they're above me!
Eventide--they love me!
Oimè! Oimè!
Father was so tall!
Oimè!
Stronger he than all!
Oimè!
On his arm he bore me,
Queen of all before me.
Oimè! Oimè!
Mother is asleep;
Oimè!
- For
- her eyes so deep,
Oimè!
Grew so tired and aching,
They could not keep waking.
Oimè! Oimè!
Father, though so strong,
Oimè!
Laid him down along--
Oimè!
By my mother sleeping;
- And
- they left me weeping,
Oimè! Oimè!
- Now
- nor bird, nor bee,
Oimè!
Ever sings to me!
Oimè!
Since they left me crying,
- All
- things have been dying.
Oimè! Oimè!
[LILY looks long in her mother's face, as if wondering
what the song could be about; then turns away to the closet.
After a little she comes running with a box in her hand.]
Lily.
O mother, mother! there's the old box I had
So long ago, and all my cups and saucers,
And the farm-house and cows.--Oh! some are broken.
Father will mend them for me, I am sure.
I'll ask him when he comes to-night--I will:
He can do everything, you know, dear mother.
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