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 POEMS. 137

What if the poles should frisk about And stand upon their heads! I hope I 'm ready for the worst, Whatever prank betides!

Perhaps the kingdom of Heaven 's changed! I hope the children there Won't be new-fashioned when I come, And laugh at me, and stare!

I hope the father in the skies Will lift his little girl, - Old-fashioned, naughty, everything, - Over the stile of pearl!