Angels at the Foot by Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers In Murphysboro, TN Angels at the Foot and Angels at the Head And Like a Curly Little Lamb, My Pretty Babe in Bed End of poem This recording is in the public domain Love Me, I Love You by Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers Love Me, I Love You, Love Me, My Baby, Sing it High, Sing it Low, Sing it As, May Be Mother's arms under you, her eyes above you, Sing it High, Sing it Low, Love Me, I Love You End of poem This recording is in the public domain My Baby has a Father and a Mother by Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers In Murphysboro, TN My Baby has a Father and a Mother Rich Little Baby Fatherless, Motherless, I Know Another For Lorn is May Be Poor Little Baby End of poem This recording is in the public domain Our Little Baby Fell asleep by Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers Our Little Baby Fell asleep and may not wake again For days and days and weeks and weeks But then he'll wake again And come with his own pretty look And kiss Mama again End of poem This recording is in the public domain Cucarucu Cucarucu by Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers In Murphysboro, TN Cucarucu Cucarucu Crows the cock before the morn Kikriki Kikriki Roses in the east are born Cucarucu Cucarucu Early birds begin their singing Kikriki Kikriki The day The day The day is springing End of poem This recording is in the public domain Baby Cry by Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers Baby Cry O-Fi at the physic in the cup Gulp it twice and gulp it thrice Baby gulp it up End of poem This recording is in the public domain Eight o'clock by Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers In Murphysboro, TN Eight o'clock the postman's knock Five letters for Papa One for Lou And none for you And three for Dear Mama End of poem This recording is in the public domain Bread and Milk for Breakfast by Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers Bread and Milk for Breakfast and woolen frocks to wear And a crump for Robin Redbreast on the cold days of the year End of poem This recording is in the public domain There's Snow on the Fields by Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers In Murphysboro, TN There's snow on the fields And cold in the cottage While I sit in the chimney nook Supping hot potage My clothes are soft and warm Fold upon fold But I'm so sorry for the poor Out in the cold End of poem This recording is in the public domain Dead in the Cold, A Song-Singin' Thrush by Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers Dead in the Cold, A Song-Singin' Thrush Dead at the foot of a Snowberry Bush Weave him a coffin of rush Dig him a grave where the soft mosses grow Raise him a tombstone of snow End of poem This recording is in the public domain I dug and dug amongst the snow By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers In Murphysboro, TN I dug and dug amongst the snow And thought the flowers would never grow I dug and dug amongst the sand And still no green thing came to hand Melt, oh snow The warm winds blow to thaw the flowers And melt the snow But all the winds from every land Will rear no blossom from the sand End of poem This recording is in the public domain A City Plum is Not a Plum by Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers A City Plum is Not a Plum A Dumbbell is No Bell, Though Dumb A Party Rat is Not a Rat A Sailor's Cat is Not a Cat A Soldier's Frog is Not a Frog A Captain's Log is Not a Log End of poem This recording is in the public domain Your Brother Has a Falcon by Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers In Murphysboro, TN Your Brother Has a Falcon Your Sister Has a Flower But what is left for mannequin Born within an hour I'll nurse you on my knee My own little son I'll rock you, rock you in my arms My least little one End of poem This recording is in the public domain Here with the mournful linnet say By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers Here with the mournful linnet say We built our nest compact and warm But cruel boys came round our way And took our summer house by storm They crushed the eggs so neatly laid So now we sit with drooping wing And watched the ruin they had made Too late to build, too sad to sing End of poem This recording is in the public domain A Baby's Cradle with No Baby in It By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers In Murphysboro, TN A Baby's Cradle with No Baby in It A Baby's Grave where Autumn leaves drop sear The sweet soul gathered home to paradise The body waiting here End of poem This recording is in the public domain Hop on my thumb in Little Jack Corner By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers Hop on my thumb in Little Jack Corner What do you mean by tearing and fighting? Sturdy dog trot Close round the corner I never caught him growling and biting End of poem This recording is in the public domain Hope is like a hair bell trembling from its birth By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers In Murphysboro, TN Hope is like a hair bell trembling from its birth Love is like a rose the joy of all the earth Faith is like a lily lifted high in white Love is like a lovely rose the world's delight Hair bells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth But the rose with all its thorns excels them both End of poem This recording is in the public domain A Wind Why Do You Never Rest By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers A Wind Why Do You Never Rest Wandering whistling to and fro Bringing rain out of the west From the dim north-bringing snow End of poem This recording is in the public domain Crying my little one Foot sore and weary By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers In Murphysboro, TN Crying my little one Foot sore and weary Sleep, pretty one, warm on my shoulder I must tramp on through the winter night dreary While the snow falls on me colder and colder You are my one, and I have not another Sleep soft, my darling, my trouble and treasure Sleep warm and soft in the arms of your mother Dreaming of pretty things Dreaming of pleasure End of poem This recording is in the public domain Growing in the Vale By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers Growing in the Vale By the uplands hilly Growing straight and frail Lady Daffodili In a golden crown and a scant green gown While the spring blows chilly Lady Daffodili Sweet Daffodili End of poem This recording is in the public domain A Lynette in a Gilded Cage by Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers In Murphysboro, TN A Lynette in a Gilded Cage A Lynette on a Bow In frosty winter one might doubt Which bird is luckier now But let the trees burst out in leaf And nest beyond the bow Which Lynette is the luckier bird Oh who could doubt it now End of poem This recording is in the public domain Rends and Robbins in the Hedge By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers Rends and Robbins in the Hedge Rends and Robbins here and there Building perching pecking Fluttering everywhere End of poem This recording is in the public domain My baby has a modelled fist By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers In Murphysboro, TN My baby has a modelled fist My baby has a neck in creases My baby kisses and is kissed For he's the very thing for kisses End of poem This recording is in the public domain Why did baby die By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers Why did baby die Making father sigh, mother cry Flowers that bloom to die Make no reply of why But bow and die End of poem This recording is in the public domain If all were rain and never sun By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers Murphysboro, TN If all were rain and never sun No bow could span the hill If all were sun and never rain There'd be no rain both still End of poem This recording is in the public domain A Wind Where Have You Been By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers A Wind Where Have You Been That you blow so sweet Among the violets Which blossom at your feet The honey-suckle waits For summer and for heat But violets in the chilly spring Make the turf so sweet End of poem This recording is in the public domain Brownie Brownie Let Down Your Milk By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers Murphysboro, TN Brownie Brownie Let Down Your Milk White as swans down And smooth as silk Fresh as dew and pure as snow For I know where the cow slips blow And you shall have A cow slip wreath No sweeter scented No sweeter scented than your breath End of poem This recording is in the public domain On the Grassy Banks By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Elizabeth Travers On the Grassy Banks Lampkins at their pranks Woolly sisters, woolly brothers Jumping off their feet While their woolly mothers watch by them And bleed End of poem This recording is in the public domain Rushes in a watery place By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Maggie Travers Murphysboro, TN Rushes in a watery place And reads in a hollow A soaring skylark in the sky A darting swallow And where pale blossom Used to hang, ripe fruit To follow End of poem This recording is in the public domain Mini and Maddie By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Elizabeth Travers Mini and Maddie in Fat Little May Out in the country Spending a day Such a bright day with the sun glowing And the trees half in leaf and the grass growing Pinky white pigling Squeals through his snout Woolly white lambkin frisks all about The nursing hen summons her folk Ducklings all downy soft yellow as yoke Cluck-cluck the mother hen summons her chickens To peek the dainty bits found in her pickings Mini and Maddie in May carry posies Half of sweet violets, half of prim roses Give the sun time enough glowing and glowing He'll rouse the roses and bring them blowing Don't wait for roses losing today Oh, Mini, Maddie, and Wise Little May Violets and prim roses blossom today For Mini and Maddie in Fat Little May End of poem This recording is in the public domain Hearts, Ease in My Garden Bed By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Maggie Travers In Murphy's Burrow, Tennessee Hearts, Ease in My Garden Bed With Sweet William White and Red Honeysuckle on my wall Hearts, Ease blossoms in my heart When Sweet William White and Red Honeysuckle on my wall Hearts, Ease blossoms in my heart When Sweet William White comes to call But it withers when we part And the honey trumpets fall End of poem This recording is in the public domain If I were a Queen By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Elizabeth Travers If I were a Queen, what would I do?   I'd make you Queen for I'd marry you End of poem This recording is in the public domain What Are Heavy C-Sand and Sorrow By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Maggie Travers In Murphy's Burrow, Tennessee What Are Heavy C-Sand and Sorrow What Are Brief Today and Tomorrow What Are Frail Spring Blossoms and Youth What Are Deep The Ocean and Truth End of poem This recording is in the public domain Stroke of Lent and There is Nothing to Admire By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Elizabeth Travers Stroke of Lent and There is Nothing to Admire Stroke of Lent and Forthwith Blash Outsparks of Fire End of poem This recording is in the public domain There is but one May in the year By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Maggie Travers In Murphy's Burrow, Tennessee There is but one May in the year And sometimes May is wet and cold There is but one May in the year Before the year grows old Yes, but one May in the year Before the year grows old Yet, though it be the chilliest May With least of sun and most of showers It's wind and dew, it's night and day Bring up the flowers End of poem This recording is in the public domain The Summer Nights are Short By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Elizabeth Travers The Summer Nights are Short When Northern Days are Long For hours and hours Lark after Lark trails out his song The Summer Days are Short Where Northern Nights are Long Yet, short the night When Nightingales trail out their song End of poem This recording is in the public domain The Days are Clear By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Maggie Travers In Murphy's Burrow, Tennessee Day after day When April's here That leads to May And June must follow soon Stay, June, stay If only we could stop the moon And June End of poem This recording is in the public domain Twist Me a Crown of Wind Flowers By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Elizabeth Travers Twist Me a Crown of Wind Flowers That I may fly away To hear the singers at their song And players at their play Put on your crown of wind flowers But whither would you go Beyond the surging of the sea And the storms that blow Alas, your crown of wind flowers Can never make you fly I twist them in a crown to day And to night they die End of poem This recording is in the public domain Brown and Furry LibriVox.org By Maggie Travers Brown and Furry Caterpillar in a hurry Take your walk To the shady leaf or stalk Or what not Which may be the chosen spot No toads by you Hovering bird of prey Pass by you Spin and die To live again a butterfly End of poem This recording is in the public domain A Toadstool comes up in a night By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Elizabeth Travers A Toadstool comes up in a night Learn the lesson, little folk An oak grows on a hundred years But then it is an oak End of poem This recording is in the public domain A pocket handkerchief to him By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Maggie Travers In Murfreesboro, Tennessee A pocket handkerchief to him Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear How many stitches it will take Before it's done, I fear Yet set a stitch And then a stitch And stitch and stitch away Till stitch by stitch The hem is done And after work is play End of poem This recording is in the public domain If a pig wore a wig By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Elizabeth Travers If a pig wore a wig What could we say? Treat him as a gentleman and say good day If his tail chance to fail What could we do? Send him to the Taylorist to get one new End of poem This recording is in the public domain Seldom Can't By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Maggie Travers In Murfreesboro, Tennessee Seldom Can't Seldom Don't Never Shant Never Won't End of poem This recording is in the public domain Two and two are four That's a couple more Three and three are six Barley sugar sticks Four and four are eight Tumblers at the gate Five and five are ten Bluff seafaring men Six and six are twelve Garden lads who dwell Seven and seven are fourteen Young men bent on sporting Eight and eight are fourteen Young men bent on sporting Eight and eight are sixteen Pills the doctors mixing Nine and nine are eighteen Passengers kept waiting Ten and ten are twenty Roses Pleasant plenty Eleven and eleven are twenty-two Sums for brother George to do Twelve and twelve are twenty-four Pretty pictures And no more End of poem This recording is in the public domain How many seconds in a minute By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers In Murfreesboro, Tennessee How many seconds in a minute Sixty and no more in it How many minutes in an hour Sixty for sun and shower How many hours in a minute Sixty and no more in it How many minutes in an hour Sixty for sun and shower How many hours in a day Twenty-four for work and play How many days in a week Seven both to hear and speak How many weeks in a month Four as the swift moon runnin' How many months in a year Twelve the almanac makes clear How many years in an age One hundred says the sage One hundred says the sage One hundred says the sage One hundred says the sage One hundred says the sage One hundred says the sage How many ages in time No one knows the rhyme End of poem This recording is in the public domain What will you give me for my pound By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers In Columbia, Tennessee What will you give me for my pound Full twenty shillings round What will you give me for my shilling Twelve pints to give Twelve pints to give I'm willing What will you give me for my penny Four farthings, just so many End of poem This recording is in the public domain January cold desolate By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers In Murphysboro, Tennessee January cold desolate February all dripping wet March wind ranges March wind ranges April changes Birds sing in tune to flowers of May And sunny June brings longest day In scorched July The storm clouds fly Lightning torn August bears corn September fruit In rough October Earth must disrobe her Stars fall and shoot In King November And night is long And cold is strong In Blake December End of poem This recording is in the public domain What is Pink, a Roses Pink By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Elizabeth Travers What is Pink, a Roses Pink By the Fountains Brink What is Red, a Poppies Red In its barley bed What is Blue, the sky is blue Where the clouds float through What is White, a Swan is white Sailing in the light What is Yellow, Pears are yellow Rich and ripe and mellow What is Green, the grass is green With small flowers between What is Violet, clouds are violet In the summer twilight What is Orange, why an Orange Just an Orange End of poem This recording is in the public domain Mother's Shake the Cherry Tree By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Maggie Travers In Murfreesboro, Tennessee Mother's Shake the Cherry Tree Susan, catch a cherry Oh, how funny that will be Let's be merry One for brother One for sister Two for mother more Six for father, hot and tired Knocking at the door End of poem This recording is in the public domain A pin has a head, but has no hair By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Elizabeth Travers A pin has a head, but has no hair A clock has a face, but no mouth There Needles have eyes, but they cannot see A fly has a trunk without lock or key A timepiece may lose, but cannot win A cornfield dimples without a chin A hill has no leg, but has a foot A wine glass of stem, but not a root A watch has hands, but no thumb Or finger A boot has a tongue, but is no singer Rivers run, though they have no feet A saw has teeth, but it does not eat Ash trees have keys, yet never a lock And baby crows without being a cock End of poem This recording is in the public domain by Maggie Travers Hopping frog, hop here and be seen All not pelch you with stick or stone Your cap is laced and your coat is green Goodbye, we'll let each other alone Plotting toad, plot here and be looked at You the finger of scorn is crooked at But though you're lumpish, you're harmless too You won't hurt me and I won't hurt you End of poem This recording is in the public domain A pin has a head, but has no head A clock has a head, but has no head A clock has a head, but has no tongue End of poem This recording is in the public domain Where innocent bright-eyed daisies are By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers In Columbia, Tennessee Where innocent bright-eyed daisies are With blades of grass between Each daisy stands up like a star Out of a sky of green End of poem This recording is in the public domain The city mouse lives in a house By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers In Murpysboro, Tennessee The city mouse lives in a house The garden mouse lives in a bower He's friendly with the frogs and toads And sees the pretty plants and flower The city mouse eats bread and cheese The garden mouse eats what he can We will not grudge him Seeds and stalks Poor little timid furry man End of poem This recording is in the public domain What does the donkey bray about? By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers In Columbia, Tennessee What does the donkey bray about? What does the pig grunt through his snout? What does the goose mean by a hiss?  End of poem This recording is in the public domain Three Plum Buns By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers In Murpysboro, Tennessee Three Plum Buns To eat here at the style In the clover meadow For we have walked a mile One for you and one for me And one left over Give it to the boy who shouts To scare sheep from the clover End of poem This recording is in the public domain A Motherless Soft Lambkin By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers In Columbia, Tennessee No mother's fleece to shelter him And wrap him from the cold I'll run to him and comfort him I'll fetch him that I will I'll care for him and feed him Until he's strong and bold End of poem This recording is in the public domain Dancing on the Hilltops By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Maggie Travers In Murpysboro, Tennessee Dancing on the Hilltops Singing in the valleys Laughing with the echoes Mary Little Alice Playing games with lambkins In the flowering valleys Gathering pretty posies Helpful Little Alice In her father's cottage Turned into a palace And he owned the Hilltops And the flowering valleys She'd be none the happier Happy Little Alice When fishes set umbrellas up By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Elizabeth Travers When fishes set umbrellas up If the raindrops run Lizards will want their parasols To shade them from the sun End of poem This recording is in the public domain The Peacock has a score of eyes By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Maggie Travers In Murpysboro, Tennessee The Peacock has a score of eyes With which he cannot see The codfish has a silent sound However that may be No dandelions tell the time Although they turn to clocks Cat's cradle does not hold the cat Nor foxglove fit the fox End of poem This recording is in the public domain Pussy has a whiskered face By Maggie Travers Pussy has a whiskered face By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Elizabeth Travers Pussy has a whiskered face Kitty has such pretty ways Doggy scampers when I call And has a heart to love us all End of poem This recording is in the public domain The dog lies in his kennel By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Maggie Travers In Murpysboro, Tennessee The dog lies in his kennel And puts purrs on the rug And baby perches on my knee For me to love and hug Pat the dog and stroke the cat Each in its degree And cuddle and kiss my baby And baby kiss me End of poem This recording is in the public domain If Hope grew on a bush By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Elizabeth Travers If Hope grew on a bush And Joy grew on a tree What a nose guy for the plucking there would be But oh in windy autumn When frail flowers wither What should we do for hope and joy Fading together End of poem This recording is in the public domain I planted a hand By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Elizabeth Travers I planted a hand And there came up a palm I planted a heart And there came up a balm Then I planted a wish But there sprang a thorn While heaven frowned with thunder And earth sighed forlorn End of poem This recording is in the public domain Under the Ivy Bush By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org By Elizabeth Travers Under the Ivy Bush One sits sighing And under the willow tree One sits crying Under the Ivy Bush Sees from your sighing But under the willow tree Lie down a dying End of poem This recording is in the public domain I am a king By Christina Rosetti Read for LibriVox.org Behold my crown emperor I wear crown imperil Princess feather Goldenrod is the scepter I weled and wag And a broad purple flower waves for my flag Elder the pithy with old man in sage These are my councilors Greene and old age Lords and ladies in silence Stand round me, and wait While gay-ragged robin Makes bows at my gate gate. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. There is one that has a head without an eye by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers. There is one that has a head without an eye, and there is one that has an eye without a head. You may find the answer if you try, and when all is said, half the answer hangs upon a thread. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. If a mouse could fly by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Murfreesboro, Tennessee. If a mouse could fly, or if a crow could swim, or if a sprat could walk and talk, I'd like to be like him. If a mouse could fly, he might fly away, or if a crow could swim, it might turn him gray. Or if a sprat could walk and talk, what would he find to say? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sing Me a Song by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers. Sing Me a Song, What Shall I Sing? Three merry sisters dancing in a ring, light and fleet upon their feet as birds upon the wing. Tell Me a Tale, What Shall I Tell? Two mournful sisters and a tolling now, tolling ding and tolling dong, ding dong bell. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Lily Has an Air, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. The Lily Has an Air, and the snow drop a grace, and the sweet pea away, and the heart sees a face, yet there's nothing like the rose when she blows. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Margaret Has a Milking Pail by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers. Margaret Has a Milking Pail, and she rises early. Thomas Has a Thrashing Flail, and he's up betimes, sometimes crossing through the grass where the dew lies pearly. They say good morrow as they pass by the leafy limes. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. In the Meadow, What in the Meadow? by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. In the Meadow, What in the Meadow? Blue Bells, Butter Cups, Meadow Sweet, and Fairy Rings for the Children's Feet in the Meadow. In the Garden, What in the Garden? Jacob's Ladder and Solomon's Seal, and Love Lies Bleeding Beside All Heel in the Garden. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Frisky Lamb by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers. A Frisky Lamb and a Frisky Child playing their pranks in a cow-slip meadow. The sky all blue and the air all mild, and the fields all sun, and the lanes have shadow. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Mix a Pancake by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. Mix a Pancake. Stir a Pancake. Pop it in the pan. Fry the Pancake. Toss the Pancake. Catch it if you can. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Wind Has Such a Rainy Sound by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers. The Wind Has Such a Rainy Sound moaning through the town. The sea has such a windy sound. Will the ships go down? The apples in the orchard tumble from their tree. Oh, will the ships go down, go down in the windy sea? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Three Little Children by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. Three Little Children on the wide, wide earth, motherless children, cared for from their birth by tender angels. Three Little Children on the wide, wide sea, motherless children, safe as safe can be with guardian angels. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Fly Away, Fly Away Over the Sea by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers. Fly Away, Fly Away Over the Sea, sun-loving swallow for summer is done. Come again, come again, come back to me, bringing the summer and bringing the sun. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Many Bakes Oaten Cakes by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. Many Bakes Oaten Cakes, many brews ale, all because her Johnny's coming, home from sea. And she glows like a rose, who was so pale. And, are you sure the church clock goes? says she. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A White Ten Sitting by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers. A White Ten Sitting on White Eggs Three. Next, three speckled chickens, as plump as plump can be, an owl and a hawk and a bat come to sea, but our chicks beneath their mother's wing, squat safe as safe can be. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Currents on a Bush by Christina Rosetti and read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. Currents on a Bush and figs upon a stem, and cherries on a bending bow, and ned to gather them. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Playing at Bob Cherry by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers. Playing at Bob Cherry, Tom and Nell and Hugh, Cherry Bob, Cherry Bob, there's a Bob for you. Tom Bob's a cherry for gaping, snaping Hugh, while curly, pated Nellie snaps at it too. Look, look, look, oh what a sight to see, the wind is playing Cherry Bob with the cherry tree. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. I have but one rose in the world by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. I have but one rose in the world and my one rose stands adrooping. Oh when my single rose is dead, there'll be but thorns for stooping. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Rosie Maiden Winifred by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers. Rosie Maiden Winifred with a milk pail on her head, tripping through the corn while the dew flies on the wheat in the sunny Norn. Scarlet Shepherd's weatherglass spreads wide open at her feet as they pass. Cornflowers give their almond smell while she brushes by, and a lark swings from the sky all as well. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Blind From My Birth by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. Blind From My Birth where flowers are springing, I sit on earth all dark. Hark! Hark! A lark is singing, his notes are all for me, for me his mirth, till someday I shall see beautiful flowers and birds in bowers where all joy bells are ringing. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When The Cows Come Home, The Milk Is Coming by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers. When The Cows Come Home, The Milk Is Coming, honeys made while the bees are humming, duck and drake on the Rusky Lake, and the deer live safe in the breezy's break, and timid, funny brisk little bunny winks his nose and sits all sunny. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Roses Blushing Red and White by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. Roses Blushing Red and White for Delight, honeysuckle wreaths above, for love. Dim sweet-scented helotrope for hope, shining lilies tall and straight for royal state, dusky pansies let them be for memory, with violets of fragrant breath for death. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Ding-a-ding by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers.  Dong-a-dong, the bells sigh long, and call, Weep one, weep all, for a funeral. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Ring Upon Her Finger by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. A Ring Upon Her Finger walks the bride, with a bridegroom tall and handsome at her side. A veil upon her forehead walks the bride, with the bridegroom proud and merry at her side. Fling flowers beneath the footsteps of the bride, fling flowers before the bridegroom at her side. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Ferry Me Across the Water by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers. Ferry me across the water, do boatman-do. If you have a penny in your purse, I'll ferry you. I have a penny in my purse and my eyes are blue, so ferry me across the water, do boatman-do. Step into my ferry boat, be the black or blue, and for the penny in your purse I'll ferry you. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When Amounting Skylark Sings by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers. When Amounting Skylark Sings in the sunlit summer morn, I know that heaven is up on high, and on earth are fields of corn. But when a nightingale sings in the moonlit summer even, I know not if earth is merely earth, only that heaven is heaven. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Who Has Seen the Wind by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Travers. Who Has Seen the Wind, neither I nor you, but when the leaves hang trembling the wind is passing through. Who Has Seen the Wind, neither you nor I, but when the trees bow down their heads the wind is passing by. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Horses of the Sea by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers. The Horses of the Sea rear a foaming crest, but the Horses of the Land serve us the best. The Horses of the Land munch corn and clover, while the foaming seahorses toss and turn over. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. O Sailor Kamashore by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. O Sailor Kamashore, what have you brought for me? Red coral, white coral, coral from the sea. I did not dig it from the ground nor pluck it from a tree. Feeble insects made it in the stormy sea. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Diamond or a Coal by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers. A Diamond or a Coal. A Diamond, if you please, who cares about a clumsy coal beneath the summer trees? A Diamond or a Coal? A Coal, sir, if you please, one comes to care about the coal, what time the waters freeze. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. An Emerald is as Green as Grass by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. An Emerald is as Green as Grass, a ruby red as blood, as sapphire shines as blue as heaven, a flint lies in the mud. A Diamond is a brilliant stone to catch the world's desire, an opal holds a fiery spark, but a flint holds fire. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A sail on the river by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers. A boat sail on the rivers and ships sail on the seas, but clouds that sail across the sky are prettier far than these. There are bridges on the rivers, as pretty as you please, but the bow that bridges heaven and overtops the trees and builds a road from earth to sky is prettier far than these. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Lily Has a Smooth Stop by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. The Lily Has a Smooth Stop will never hurt your hand, but the rose upon her briar is Lady of the Land. There is sweetness in an apple tree and profit in the corn, but Lady of all beauty is a rose upon a thorn. When with moss and honey she tips her bending briar and half unfolds her glowing heart, she sets the world on fire. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Hurt No Living Thing by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers. Hurt No Living Thing, Lady Bird, Nor Butterfly, Nor Moth with Dusty Wing, Nor Cricket chirping cheerly, Nor Grasshopper so light of leap, Nor Dancing Nat, Nor Beetle-Fat, Nor Harmless Worms that Creep. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. I Caught a Little Lady Bird by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. I Caught a Little Lady Bird that flies far away.  Come back, my Scarlet Lady Bird, back from far away. I weary of my dolly wife, my wife that cannot play. She's such a senseless wooden thing, she stares the live long day. Her wig of gold is stiff and cold, and cannot change to gray. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. All the Bells Were Ringing by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers. All the Bells Were Ringing and All the Birds Were Singing when Molly sat down crying for her broken doll. Oh, you silly mall, sobbing and sighing for a broken doll when all the bells are ringing and all the birds are singing. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. We We Husband by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee.  We We Wifey, I have no money, milk, nor meat, nor bread to eat, comforts, nor honey. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. I Have a Little Husband by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers. I Have a Little Husband and he is gone to sea. The winds that whistle round his ship fly home to me. The winds that sigh about me return again to him, so I would fly if only I were light of limb. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Dear Old Woman in the Lane by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. The Dear Old Woman in the Lane is sick and sore with pains and aches. We'll go to her this afternoon and take her tea and eggs and cakes. We'll stop to make the kettle boil and brew some tea and set the tray and poach an egg and toast a cake and wheel her chair round if we may. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Swift Ensure the Swallow by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers. Swift Ensure the Swallow. Slow Ensure the Snail. Slow Ensure May Miss His Way. Swift Ensure May Fail. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. I Dreamt I Caught a Little Owl by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. I Dreamt I Caught a Little Owl and the bird was blue, but you may hunt for ever and not find such a one. I Dreamt I Set a Sunflower and read as blood it grew, but such a sunflower never bloomed beneath the sun. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. What Does the Bee Do by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers. What Does the Bee Do? Bring Home Honey. And What Does Father Do? Bring Home Money. And What Does Mother Do? Lay Out the Money. And What Does Baby Do? Eat Up the Honey. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. I Have a Paul Parrot by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. I Have a Paul Parrot and Paul is my doll, and my nurse is Polly, and my sister, Paul. Polly, cried Polly, don't tear Polly, dolly, while salt-hearted Paul trembled for the doll. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A House of Cards by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers. A House of Cards is neat and small. Shake the table. It must fall. Find the court cards one by one. Raise it. Roof it. Now it's done. Shake the table. That's the fun. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Rose with Such a Bonnie Blush by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. The Rose with Such a Bonnie Blush, what has the Rose to blush about? If it's the sun that makes her flush, what's in the sun to flush about? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Rose that Blushes Rosie Red by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers. The Rose that Blushes Rosie Red, she must hang her head. The lily that blows spotless white, she may stand upright. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Fair to See by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. A Fair to See bloom laden cherry tree, a raid in sunny white, an April day's delight. A Fair to See.  A Fair to See. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Clever Little Willie We by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers.  Little Willie in his heart is a sailor on the sea, and he often cons a chart with Sister Marjorie. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Peach Tree on the Southern Wall by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. The Peach Tree on the Southern Wall has basked so long beneath the sun, her score of peaches great and small bloom rosy every one. A peach for brothers, one for each, a peach for you and a peach for me, but the biggest, rosiest, downiest peach for Grandmama with her tea. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Rose has Thorns as Well as Honey by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers. A Rose has Thorns as Well as Honey. I'll not have her for love or money. An Iris grows so straight and fine that she shall be no friend of mine. Snow drops like the snow would chill me. Nightshade would caress and kill me. Crocus like a spear would fright me. Dragon's mouth might bark or bite me. Con volulis but blooms to die. A windflower suggests a sigh. Love lies bleeding makes me sad and poppy juice would drive me mad. But give me holly, bold and jolly, honest, prickly, shining holly. Pluck me holly leaf and berry for the day when I make merry. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Is the Moon Tired She Looks So Pale by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. Is the Moon Tired She Looks So Pale within her misty veil. She scales the sky from east to west and takes no rest. Before the coming of the night the moon shows papery white. Before the dawning of the day she fades away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. If Stars Dropped Out of Heaven by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers. If stars dropped out of heaven and the flowers took their place the sky would still look very fair and fair earth's face. Winged angels might fly down to us to pluck the stars, but we could only long for flowers beyond the cloudy bars. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Goodbye in Fear, Goodbye in Sorrow by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. Goodbye in Fear, Goodbye in Sorrow, Goodbye and all in vain, Never to meet again, my dear, Never to part again, Goodbye today, Goodbye tomorrow, Goodbye till earth shall wane, Never to meet again, my dear, Never to part again. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. If the sun could tell us half by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers. If the sun could tell us half that he hears and sees, sometimes he would make us laugh, sometimes make us cry. Think of all the birds that make homes among the trees. Think of cruel boys who take birds that cannot fly. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. If the moon came from heaven by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. If the moon came from heaven, talking all the way, what could she have to tell us, and what could she say? I've seen a hundred pretty things and seen a hundred gay, but only think I peep by night and do not peep by day. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. O Lady Moon Your Horns Point Toward the East by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers. O Lady Moon Your Horns Point Toward the East, shine, be increased. O Lady Moon Your Horns Point Toward the West, wane, be at rest. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. What Do The Stars Do by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. What Do The Stars Do Up In The Sky, Higher Than The Wind Can Blow Or The Clouds Can Fly? Each star in its own glory circles, circles still, as it was lit to shine and set, and do its maker's will. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Motherless Baby and Babyless Mother by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers. Motherless Baby and Babyless Mother bring them together to love one another. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Crimson Curtains Round My Mother's Bed by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee. Crimson Curtains Round My Mother's Bed, silken soft as may be, cool white curtains round about my bed, for I am but a baby. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Baby Lies So Fast asleep by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers. Baby Lies So Fast asleep that we cannot wake her. Will the angels clad in white fly from heaven to take her? Baby Lies So Fast asleep that no pain can grieve her.  End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. I Know a Baby Such a Baby by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee.  Cuddle and love me, cuddle and love me, crows the mouth of coral pink.  End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Lullaby Oh Lullaby by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers. Lullaby Oh Lullaby, flowers are closed and lambs are sleeping. Lullaby Oh Lullaby, stars are up, the moon is peeping. Lullaby Oh Lullaby, while the birds are silence keeping. Lullaby Oh Lullaby, sleep my baby, fall is sleeping. Lullaby Oh Lullaby. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Lie A Bed by Christina Rosetti, read for LibriVox.org by Maggie Travers in Columbia, Tennessee.  End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.


These interviews these these conversations and I wouldn't say it that though I once you start dropping numbers of how much money you may make people turn on We're talking about how much money I made during the Cat Williams interview. I just got the check Oh, they behaving on you at that point I made more money on Cat Williams alone than I made in any year that I played the NFA Yeah, we on boss talk one on one. One on one. Yeah, we gonna talk Like I like to get get people who don't do a lot of interviews like I love the Dallas Austin interview none other than mr. Dallas Austin Dallas Austin. That was good one. Yeah. Yeah, I think I was man Like I said, I love a total mark man.  Michael Jackson died in 1979 It went viral. I'm gonna watch this man After that it's been just calm. He said boy.  He had a date wrong. He said 1984 when the Pepsi commercial not say man Okay Man, so I didn't really realize and I'm gonna go back to the show and show I think that that 50 I think they have 50 million. I think it's 50 something million now. It's almost no 60 million I didn't know that's the most watched now interview on YouTube. It is Yeah, can't win you went to the most that's the most vibe. That's the most watch it was Joe Rogan Now it's that one. I'm watching them. I'm like, this is good. Wow. Good That I just saw where it's an article that says Shannon Sharp made more from that cat Williams interview Then he made in one NFL season Yeah, that's that's great Motivation for me this internet changing things brought these interviews these these conversations and I wouldn't said that though I'd once you start dropping numbers of how much money you may make people turn on We're talking about what how much money I made during the cat Williams interview. I just got the check Oh, they be hating on you at that point Then I made it any year that I played the NFL star. Hey, they're gonna start hating Well, I'm gonna be honest with I rather give them a reason to hate man. I'm gonna try to get this money Oh But whether you drop it or not Can people still figure it out? Especially with the social media because so many people doing podcasting now when you hear one person over here say, you know They make XYZ for you know this content But you know, he just did that and it made way more than anybody else ever made Did you see the girl who did the 50-part series? Mm-hmm on tiktok. She got she was talking about the dude She was dating. He was a compulsive liar with her So she made a 50-part series and that did like 50 million views and she said they demonetize her page They could afford it they just why would it Platforms there's a push of a button.  They change it too in the midst of you being on YouTube, I remember a year ago They start saying you couldn't curse but it was in the first eight eight seconds or something like that And then they switched it and they said now it can't be done in the first minute that messed up Thank you lose you know it just they'll be messing with you be trying to figure it out and they change it That's that's what I'm telling you isn't it they don't it ain't got nothing to do with us They could just go off them young white boy streamers. Whatever they doing. They don't want to make the platform when they get to playing them games and Streaming and doing all that. They're the ones who really drive the Monetization and doing awesome just off to exactly, but they know when to do it Well, I don't know how to manipulate the rules because they they know the They know to get connected. They connect.


Hi everyone, Joe for Jaspy's casebreaks.com here coming at you with a mosaic basketball hanger box. At the end of the break, we're going to give away 10 immaculate basketball spots. But the break first, big thanks to this group for making it happen. All teams are in right there. Let's roll it, randomize it, three and a three, six the hard way. One, two, three, four, five and six in final time. There's six, and this is for the break itself. The second dice roll will be for the giveaway part. And if you're watching live, we just have to do one more of these, and then we're in Brakesville. Three, and then four, five, six. There could be some surprises in this mosaic box too, so let's see what happens. There's the first half of the list right here, Andrew, Timberwolves, and the Hornets. Look at that. There's this group right here. All right now, it's sort by team. And no trade windows. We're just going to print and rip. We've got a Cole Anthony, and Obi-Toppin, a couple of rookie cards here, and Smith. All right, so nothing too crazy there, but we've got an Obi-Toppin rookie card and a Cole Anthony. He's been playing well. All right, well, there are 10 big hits in this break, and those are the immaculate spots. Everybody's names again, top to bottom, and everyone in between. New dice, new list, and good luck. Top 10 after four, two and a two, four of the hard way, one, two, three, and four. Good luck. So from 11 on down right there, sad times, but I appreciate you getting in, of course. Much happier times with the top 10. Jeff is happy. So is Andrew, Andrew, Demetrios, Andrew, Thomas, Jeff, Andrew, Demetrios, and Andrew. There you go. Congrats to the top 10. Remember, we've got to do one more of these, and then we're in Breaksville on that immaculate one box break. Check it out. jaspyscasebreaks.com. Bye-bye.


Hi again and welcome to Neaky Bath. Many times as we had told you earlier, pain in the knee is caused by problems of the hip joint. Today, we are going to talk about avascular necrosis of hip joint which unfortunately is becoming more and more common with the onset of problems imposed by the recent COVID pandemic. So what exactly is avascular necrosis of the hip? It is when the ball of the hip joint loses its blood supply. Now why should this happen? About half the cases we don't even come to know why it happens. But increasingly with COVID and people in ICUs, people have been having a lot of steroid drugs to counteract the reactions of COVID and this causes problems with blood supply to parts of the body where blood supply is a little precarious. Now the hip joint is very different in the sense the blood which comes down from our heart to the hip has to go down and make a U-turn to come to the ball of the hip. So when during this U-turn, there is some thickening in the blood or a problem with the blood, part of the blood supply to this bone, the ball gets blocked and the part of this ball, not the entire ball, part of the ball, the bone starts dying. That is when it collapses and can cause arthritis of this central joint at a very, very young age. We will be telling you a little more about modern treatments and how if detected early, we can actually prevent the arthritis from getting worse. So our specialist team at the comprehensive knee and hip care at KMC Hospital Mangalore is actually the first center to have been recognized by Cartledge Research Society for stem cell treatment. Why am I telling you this? Because with AVN of the hip, if we detect it early, we are able to regenerate or reform this dead bone if the surgery is done or detected in the early stage. Now earlier what procedures used to be done even 20 years ago and my colleague here Dr. Fawaz who is an orthopedic surgeon and associate consultant with me would certify to that fact what people would do is drill out dead bone and put new bone in it. But that used to be just about 60 to 70% successful that too in the very early stages. With the new stem cell treatments, they are actually able to get about 80 to 90% success even in moderately advanced AVN disease. So we are managing to save hips in younger people and keep the natural joint in place, which is always great. Having said that many people by the time AVN is detected, it's already late and the hip joint is collapsed. At that stage there is no point trying these injections or even stem cell treatments. What then works and is a well established surgery is replacement of the hip that is the natural ball has to be sacrificed unfortunately and gets replaced by metal. Having said that even if this is done we have excellent technology with hip replacement and in this day and age we could probably with new materials that is instead of metals we actually have new hips with ceramics. These hips if done well potentially can last 40 plus maybe even up to 50 years. So getting the right treatment detection at the right time is of utmost importance. To detect these problems we probably you know we can consult online and see reports but what is important is we need to see and discuss with the patient so that we can customize treatments. We will be back to you with yet another information session on the next Nikibab. Thank you.


First, let me say it is always a particular pleasure to visit our neighbors at the US Institute of Peace. Lees, thank you so much for hosting us. Wonderful to be here. And Rena, to you, to our special envoy, to the team working with you, to the many others who were involved with today's launch. I'm grateful for all you've done to bring all of us together today, but for the work that's being done every day that I'll have a chance to talk about over the next few minutes. But to our colleagues across the entire US government, civil society, thank you as well for supporting equality, supporting opportunity for women and girls across Afghanistan. And a special thanks to the extraordinary panelists that we've had today. I'm really looking forward to getting a chance to speak with you directly shortly. But as you all know, they've served in Afghanistan in different ways, from different roles. But there is one thread that runs throughout their public service. Each has helped to strengthen the rights of Afghan women and girls, as well as members of other vulnerable groups for decades. Today, they represent many others across Afghanistan and around the world who've dedicated their lives to this deeply vital and deeply honorable mission. As the panelists made clear, we meet at a difficult time for Afghan women and girls. Since the Taliban took over a year ago, they've reversed a great deal of the openness and progress that had been made over the previous decades. They've silenced civil society and journalists. In March, they banned independent international media like Voice of America and BBC. From airing in Afghanistan, they continue to intimidate and censor Afghan media outlets. They've stifled the free practice of religion for Muslims and non-Muslims alike. Perhaps most notably, they failed to respect the human rights of women and girls. Instead, under the Taliban, women and girls have largely been erased from public life. As a report released yesterday by MC International showed, the Taliban have systematically restricted women and girls' rights to free movement, decimated the system of supporting domestic violence victims, and contributed to surging rates of child, early and forced marriage. The Taliban's decision to ban girls from attending secondary schools, a decision that happened while some girls were literally walking to school and others were already sitting at their desks, was a reversal of commitments they made to the Afghan people and to the world. For 314 days in counting, the girls of Afghanistan have sat at home while their brothers and cousins have been receiving educations. It's a terrible, terrible waste. It's especially difficult to accept because we all remember how different it was, not so very long ago. Prior to the Taliban's takeover, thousands of women across Afghanistan held public office from the village level right up to the national level. Women entered professions previously closed to them. They started businesses. They were doctors, nurses, scientists, artists. And women didn't just study at schools across Afghanistan, they ran them.  As we've seen again and again throughout history, from country to country, when equality and opportunity increase for one group of people, they tend to increase for other groups as well. As the rights of women and girls in Afghanistan were strengthened, we saw members of various ethnic and religious communities, Hazaras, Hindus, Sikhs, Sufis, take more prominent roles in Afghan public life. Afghans with disabilities did as well. The LGBTQI plus community found ways to build a community. So the changes in Afghanistan during the past year have been painful for so many. We continue to urge the Taliban to reverse their decision on girls' education, to make good on their commitment to the Afghan people, to allow girls to learn. The evidence is overwhelming. Investing in girls' education, women's political inclusion, it leads to stronger economies. It leads to healthier individuals and families. It leads to more stable, more resilient societies. These are the things that people of Afghanistan want for their futures. That's why so many members of Afghan society, men and women, rural and urban dwellers, religious scholars, people across religions and cultural backgrounds, have all, all called for the Taliban to let women and girls go to school again. The United States will continue to amplify these voices and do all that we can to support progress for Afghan women, girls, and other at-risk populations. Earlier this year, we joined partners across the international community, including the Organization of Islamic Cooperation, Qatar, Turkey, Pakistan, the European Union and others, urging the Taliban to let girls go back to school. Last month, we supported a Human Rights Council urgent debate that allowed us to hear directly from Afghan women leaders. We co-sponsored a resolution that will allow us to hear from them again this coming September. And as we help enable their voices to be heard, others will hear them as well. Over the past year, we've continued our partnerships with Afghan civil society groups, working on issues of equality, inclusion, opportunity for women, religious and ethnic communities, and other at-risk populations. And critically, with today's launch of the U.S.-Afghan Consultative Mechanism, we are taking these relationships to the next level. That's why I'm so pleased about today. It's going to make it easier for Afghan civil society groups to communicate and collaborate with American policymakers across a whole range of shared priorities, from supporting income-generating activities for Afghan women, to strategizing ways to help Afghan human rights monitors, safely document abuses, to devising new methods to promote religious freedom. What we want to do is to make our partnerships with Afghan civil society more effective, more rigorous, more productive, more purposeful. And that's what this new initiative is all about. So let me simply share my profound appreciation for our American civil society partners who do critical work to support women leaders in civil society organizations in Afghanistan and for our Afghan partners for sharing your perspectives, sharing your recommendations. What's remarkable to me, and I think to so many of us, is how even in the face of threats, violence, intimidation, the women and girls of Afghanistan, and other vulnerable targeted people have simply refused to back down. These groups have never stopped believing in a brighter future for their country. They're determined to do all they can to make that future real.  In December, when members of the Afghan National Security Forces were targeted despite the Taliban's supposed amnesty, women protested. In January, when female public servants were dismissed from their jobs, women protested. In March, when the Taliban instituted an edict directing women to cover their faces in public and to only leave home when, quote, necessary, women protested. Many of them have said that they will never, never stop raising their voices. The work we've done here today will ensure that we, and people around the world, continue to hear them, continue to listen to them, as we work together for a more stable, peaceful, prosperous, future for Afghanistan and for every Afghan man and woman. Thank you very much. Thank you all for joining us today.