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Lettered inside image: "Nurse's Song | When the voices of children are heard on the green | And laughing is heard on the hill, | My heart is at rest within my breast | And everything else is still | Then come home my children the sun is gone down | And the dews of night arise | Come come leave off play, and let us away | Till the morning appears in the skies | No no let us play, for it is yet day | And we cannot go to sleep | Besides in the sky, the little birds fly | And the hills are all coverd with sheep | Well well go & play till the light fades away | And then go home to bed | The little ones leaped & shouted & laugh'd | And all the hills ecchoed"; Lettered on verso, inside image: "HOLY THURSDAY | Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean | The children walking two & two in red & blue & green | Grey headed beadles walkd before with wands as white as snow | Till into the high dome of Pauls they like Thames waters flow | O what a multitude they seemd these flowers of London town | Seated in companies they sit, with radiance all their own | The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs | Thousands of little boys & girls raising their innocent hands | Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song | Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among | Beneath them sit the aged men wise guardians of the poor | Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door"