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TO HERBERT,

WHEN HE OBJECTED TO A WALK.

O why should my boy look unhappy and pout,
As soon as he hears that 'tis time to go out,
And say that he hoped for a storm?
To stay by the fire in cold weather he begs;
But surely a boy with such stout little legs
By running may keep himself warm.
Skip after your hoop, and go bounding along,
For that is the way to be merry and strong,
And learn to like all sorts of weather;
The heats of July, and the cold of December,
The breezes of March, and the fogs of November,
Should ne'er make you show the white feather.
The Nightingale, Cuckoo, and Swallows so fleet,
Before the cold weather are fain to retreat;
Away o'er the waters they go:
But you, like the ruddy and warm-hearted Robin,
That sings when the north wind is raving and sobbing,
Can thrive in the frost and the snow.