And he said, So did He.

It lasts as if the Music still

Went round and round the sky.—

He said he had a good time, too;

And I said, So did I!

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The Journey

 never saw the hills so far

And blue, the way the pictures are;

And flowers, flowers growing thick,

But not a one for me to pick!

The land was running from the train,

All blurry through the window-pane.

And then it all looked flat and still,

When up there jumped a little hill!

I saw the windows and the spires,

And sparrows sitting on the wires;

And fences, running up and down;

And then we cut straight through a town.

I saw a Valley, like a cup;

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