_2d Child_. It was at night she went to heaven. Last night
We saw a star before we went to bed.
_1st Child_. Yes, Uncle, did you know? A large bright star,
And at her side she had some little ones--
Some young ones.
_M_. Young ones! no, my little maid,
Those stars are very old.
_1st Child_. What! all of them?
_M_. Yes.
_1st Child_. Older than our father?
_M_. Older, far.
_2d Child_. They must be tired of shining there so long.
Perhaps they wish they might come down.
_J_. Perhaps!
Dear children, talk of what you understand.
Come, I must lift the trailing creepers up
That last night's wind has loosened.
_1st Child_. May we help?
Aunt, may we help to nail them?
_J._ We shall see.
Go, find and bring the hammer, and some shreds.
_[Steps outside the window, lifts a branch, and sings.]_
Should I change my allegiance for rancor
If fortune changes her side?
Or should I, like a vessel at anchor,
Turn with the turn of the tide?
Lift! O lift, thou lowering sky;
An thou wilt, thy gloom forego!
An thou wilt not, he and I
Need not part for drifts of snow.
_M. [within_] Lift! no, thou lowering sky, thou wilt not lift--
Thy motto readeth, "Never."
_Children_. Here they are!
Here are the nails! and may we help?
_J_. You shall,
If I should want help.
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