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Hide and Seek

All the trees are sleeping, all the winds are still,

All the flocks of fleecy clouds have wandered past the hill;

Through the noonday silence, down the woods of June,

Hark, a little hunter's voice comes running with a tune.             "Hide and seek!             "When I speak,             "You must answer me:             "Call again,             "Merry men,        "Coo-ee, coo-ee, coo-ee!"Now I hear his footsteps, rustling through the grass:

Hidden in my leafy nook, shall I let him pass?

Just a low, soft whistle,—quick the hunter turns,

Leaps upon me laughing, rolls me in the ferns.             "Hold him fast,             "Caught at last!             "Now you're it, you see.             "Hide your eye,             "Till I cry,        "Coo-ee, coo-ee, coo-ee!"

Long ago he left me, long and long ago:

Now I wander through the world and seek him high and low;

Hidden safe and happy, in some pleasant place,—Ah, if I could hear his voice,

I soon should find his face.             Far away,             Many a day,             Where can Barney be?             Answer, dear,             Don't you hear?         Coo-ee, coo-ee, coo-ee!

Birds that in the spring-time thrilled his heart with joy,

Flowers he loved to pick for me, mind me of my boy.

Surely he is waiting till my steps come nigh;

Love may hide itself awhile, but love can never die.             Heart, be glad,             The little lad             Will call some day to thee:             "Father dear,             "Heaven is here,        "Coo-ee, coo-ee, coo-ee!"

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Henry Van Dyke

Henry Jackson van Dyke Jr. (November 10, 1852 – April 10, 1933) was an American author, educator, diplomat, and clergyman.

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