Lovely cherub, take your nap.”
The lovely cherubim, however, were seldom in haste to take their naps.
There was also the “Charming Nest” which “naughty little sharp-eyed imps” tried to destroy, though it ought to be respected, for
“It was the hope of Spring time
And all a mother’s love.”
Sometimes it would be the prisoner Silvio Pellico who in heart-rending strains longed for his Italian breezes. One of my earliest plays was the escape of Silvio Pellico, though I had no idea who he was. My favourite songs were perhaps “The Pool” and “Venice.” I call them thus because I knew no other titles for them. “The Pool” told of a fearful tragedy from drowning:
Little children, have a care
When you run across and follow.
There’s a deep pool hidden there
By the dark trees in the hollow.