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And  chi Idren  played  all  the  cottage  o’er,
                                         While back  and  forth  on  the  sanded  floor,
                                         Grandma  stepped  in  her  golden  spring,
                                         And this  is  the song  that  the  wheel  will  sing
                                                        Round  and  round,
                                                        Round  and  round,
                                         Loudly  laughing with  a  lithesome  sound,
                                         Thread  like  gold  in  the sunlight  ray;
                                         Spindle  whirls  and  the  children  p lay;
                                                        Children  p lay!

                                         Turn  again  and  the  song  flows  onj
                                         But  some  of  its  merriment  is  gone;
                                         It singctli  now  in  a  sadder  key;
                                         It tells  of  the  children,  one,  two,  throe,
                                         Boys, fast  growing  from  day  and  day,
                                         Soon  to  wander from  home away;
                                                        Round  and  round,
                                         Lazily  lagging  with  lonesome  sound ;
                                         Thread  runs slow  to  the  whirling  spool;
                                         Happy  children  have  gone  to  school;
                                                        Gone;  to school!

                                         Give the old  wheel  a  few  quick turns—-
                                         The kettle  sings  and the  back  log  burns ;
                                         The  old  log  cabin  looms  up to  view;
                                         Grandpa and  grandma,  loving,  true,
                                         Wait for  the  boys  to  come back  again,
                                         And this  is  the  old  wheel's  sad  refrain :
                                                        Round  and  round,
                                                        Round  and  round,
                                         Softly singing  with  a  solemn  sound;
                                         Gone  alas t  all  the  children,  gay-—
                                         Grown to  manhood  and  gone  away,
                                                        Gone aw ay!
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