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Here is the mill with the humming of thunder, Here is the weir with the wonder of foam, Here is the sluice with the race running under— Marvellous places, though handy to home! Sounds of the village grow stiller and stiller, Stiller the note of the birds on the hill; Dusty and dim are the eyes of the miller, Deaf are his ears with the moil of the mill. HERE IF THE MILL IS THE HUMMING OF THUNDER HEARS THE WIRE WITH THE WONDER OF FOAM HERE IS THE SLUICE WITH THE RACE RUNNING UNDER MARVELOUS PLACES THOUGH HANDY TO HOME DOWN TO THE VILLAGE GROWS STILLER AND STILLER STILL THE NOTE OF THE BIRDS IN THE HILL DUSKY AND DIM ARE THE EYES OF THE MILLER DEVERER HIS EARS AS THE MOIL OF THE MILL
wers, She walks among the meadow grass And eats the meadow flowers. [Pg 28] HAPPY THOUGHT The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings. [Pg 29] THE WIND I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass— O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all— O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! O you that are so strong and cold, O blower, are you young or old? Are you a beast of field and tree, Or just a stronger child than me? O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! [Pg 30] KEEPSAKE MILL Over the borders, a sin without pardon, Breaking the branches and crawling below, Out through the breach in the wall of the garden, Down by the banks of the river, we go.  SECTION NUMBER FIVE OF A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THIS LIVERBOX ACCORDINGS IN THE POLICE DOMAIN KEEPSAKE MAIL OVER THE BORDERS US IN WITHOUT PARDON BREAKING THE BRANCHES AND CRAWLING BELOW OUT THROUGH THE REACH IN THE WALL OF THE GARDEN DOWN BY THE BANKS OF THE RIVER WE GO
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