Oh hearken when the echoes bring III Along the earth and up the sky O soul! that when the lure is cast Before thy heedless flight, And thou art snared and taken fast Within one sky of light, Behold, the net is empty, the cast is vain, And from thy circling in the other sky the lyric laughters rain! WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY SL LITTLE BLUE PIGEON LEEP, little pigeon, and fold your wings- Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging— Away out yonder I see a star Silvery star with a tinkling song; In through the window a moonbeam comes- Up from the sea there floats the sob Of the waves that are breaking upon the shore, As though they were groaning in anguish, and moaning, Bemoaning the ship that shall come no more. But Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings- EUGENE FIELD PIPING DOWN THE VALLEYS WILD IPING down the valleys wild, PPiping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, "Pipe a song about a lamb," "Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe, "Piper, sit thee down and write, |