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Say, is it dim and grim and all full of fear? / Not at all, not at all, my pretty dear. / Will there be no hope? Nothing to desire? / You shall be comforted sitting by the fire. / Will no one look at me? love me, if I please? / You shall doze happy with a little bread and cheese. / Even the springing grass -- will it look pale? / You shall be gladdened with a little warm ale. / Shall I be trembling and querulous of tongue? / You shall be wiser than anybody young. / When the first thrushes sing, shall I not hear? / Not at all, not at all, my pretty dear.