too, and we ses it not as wimming only but as humane beings as likes to see their feller creeturs a growing in good arts and appiness, not forgetting as wimming likewise has our duties, which is seldom done as well as one could wish, and so has no manner of rite to preech, which much I fear I’ve been a running on most unconscionable, and took up a deal too much of your time, but umbly arx your parding and won’t intrude no further.

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p. 26CHILDHOOD’S CASTLES IN THE AIR.

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Gently, no pushing; there’s room to sit All three without grumbling, One in front, two behind, well you fit, And mamma to hold you from tumbling. Rock, rock, old rocking chair, You’ll last us a long time with care, And still without balking Of us four any one, From rocking and talking—  That is what we call fun.

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Curtains drawn, and no candles lit, Great red caves in the fire, This is the time for us four to sit Rocking and talking all till we tire. Rock, rock, old rocking chair, How the fire-light glows up there, Red on the white ceiling; The shadows every one Might be giants, reeling On their great heads, for fun.

Shall we call this a boat out at sea, We, four sailors rowing? Can you fancy it well? As for me I feel the salt wind blowing. Up, up and down, lazy boat, On the top of a wave we float, Down we go with a rush; p. 27Far off I see a strand Glimmer; our boat we’ll push Ashore on Fairy-land.

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The fairy people come running To meet us down on the sand, Each holding out toward us the very thing We’ve long wished for, held in his hand. Up, up again; one wave more Holds us back from the fairy shore; Let’s pull all together, Then with it, up we’ll climb, To the always fine weather That makes up fairy time.

Come to us through the dark, children, Hark! the fairy people call, But a step between us and you, children, And in Fairy-land room for us all. Climb the main and you will be Landed safe in gay Fairie, Sporting, feasting, both night and noon, No pause in fairy pleasures; Silver ships that sail to the moon, Magic toys for treasures.

Ah! the tide 

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