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97 Song 2.
Innocent play.
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Abroad in the meadows, to see the young lambs Run sporting about by the side of their dams, With fleeces so clean and so white; Or a nest of young doves in a large open cage, When they play all in love, without anger or rage, How much may we learn from the sight. | 98 If we had been ducks, we might dabble in mud; Or dogs, we might play till it ended in blood: So foul and so fierce are their natures; But Thomas and William, and such pretty names, Should be cleanly and harmless as doves or as lambs, Those lovely sweet innocent creatures. | Not a thing that we do, nor a word that we say, Should injure another in jesting or play; For he’s still in earnest that’s hurt: How rude are the boys that throw pebbles and more; There’s none but a madman will fling about fire, And tell you, “‘Tis all but in sport.” | |
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