Where Art Thou Wandering, Little Child? I Said To One I Met To-Day-- She Push'D Her Bonnet Up And Smil'D, "I'm Going Upon The Green To Play: Folks Tell Me That The May'S In Flower, That Cowslip-Peeps Are Fit To Pull, And I've Got Leave To Spend An Hour To Get This Little Basket Full." --And Thou'St Got Leave To Spend An Hour ! My Heart Repeated--She Was Gone; --And Thou Hast Heard The Thorn'S In Flower, And Childhood Bliss Is Urging On: Ah, Happy Child! Thou Mak'St Me Sigh, This Once As Happy Heart Of Mine, Would Nature With The Boon Comply, How Gladly Would I Change For Thine.