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THE Hawthorne children, seven in all, / Are famous friends of mine; / And with what pleasure I recall / How, years ago, one gloomy fall / I took a tedious railway line, / And journeyed by slow stages down / Unto that soporiferous town / (Albeit one worth seeing) / Where Hildegarde, John, Henry, Fred, / And Beatrix and Gwendolen, / And she that was the baby then, -- / These famous seven, as aforesaid, / Lived, moved, and had their being.
The Hawthorne children gave me such / A welcome by the sea / That the eight of us were soon in touch, / And, though their mother marvelled much, / Happy as larks were we.