Stories and ballads for young folks

Chapter 31: BLUE EYES.

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A mixed collection of short narratives and lyrical pieces aimed at young readers, blending domestic vignettes, playful adventures, and brief moral sketches. Many items focus on childhood scenes—games, family interactions, small acts of kindness and perseverance—while others drift into fairy-tale or fanciful territory with giants, princesses, and imaginative escapades. Interspersed ballads and poems celebrate nature, simple joys, and consolation, shifting tone between humor, tenderness, and gentle instruction. The pieces are concise and varied, alternating story and verse to amuse, soothe, and offer mild ethical reflections appropriate for a youthful audience.

BLUE EYES.

Violets, violets, blossoming low,

Shadowy grasses under;

Blue, blue eyes,

Up at the skies

Peering, as if in wonder.

What tho’ the garden with bloom be sweet,

Its mantle the wood renewing;

And the birdlings glad

Be rollicking mad

And musical in their wooing;

What tho’ the streamlet softly flow,

Murmuring, laughing, grieving,

And the livelong day

The zephyr gay

Story and rhyme be weaving;

Never the spring-time hath been complete

Till, the long grasses under,

I find blue eyes

Up at the skies

Peering, as if in wonder.