J—£OW shall I sing, little Maidie? Sing when your tears are wet. Sorrow is sweet, little Maidie; Pity your poor little pet. This the only song I sing: There’s pain and joy in everything. But there is One, little Maidie, Knows your sorrow and grief, Cares for the poor little sparrows, He soon will…
Chromolithography · Illustrated children's books
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