Hide and Seek

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Hide and Seek

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

All the fleecy flocks of cloud, gone beyond the hill;

Through the noon-day silence, down the woods of June,

Hark, a little hunter’s voice, 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 in 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 loud, 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 thro’ the world, seeking high and low.

Hidden safe and happy, in some pleasant place⁠—

If I could but hear his voice, soon I’d see 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 every springtime sung him full of joy,

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

Somewhere 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 again to thee:

“Father dear,

“Heaven is here,

“Coo-ee, coo-ee, coo-ee!”