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Another verse from Contemplations by Anne Bradstreet

O merry Bird (said I) that fears no snares,

That neither toyles nor hoards up in thy barn,

Feels no sad thoughts, nor cruciating cares

To gain more good, or shun what might thee harm

Thy clothes ne’re wear, thy meat is every where,

Thy bed a bough, thy drink the water cleer,

Reminds not what is past, nor whats to come dost fear.

—

[Part 27 of 33 from Bradstreet’s long poem, Contemplations]

Theme in Yellow by Carl Sandburg

I SPOT the hills

With yellow balls in autumn.

I light the prairie cornfields

Orange and tawny gold clusters

And I am called pumpkins.

On the last of October

When dusk is fallen

Children join hands

And circle round me

Singing ghost songs

And love to the harvest moon;

I am a jack-o’-lantern

With terrible teeth

And the children know

I am fooling.

—

 by Carl Sandburg

From Contemplations by Anne Bradstreet

I heard the merry grasshopper then sing,

The black clad Cricket bear a second part.

They kept one tune and played on the same string,

Seeming to glory in their little Art.

Shall creatures abject thus their voices raise?

And in their kind resound their maker’s praise:

Whilst I, as mute, can warble forth no higher layes.

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[Part 9 of 33 from Bradstreet’s long poem, Contemplations]

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