Gordon, Katherine Parker, Mother · Boston : J. Munroe · leaf 125
her kneel gently down.And she kissed his cheek, while he looked on high,And prayed to be pardoned for telling the lie. THE LITTLE FISHERMAN, One day a Httle playful boySaid, Dear mamma, I wish That I could go into the yard.And make believe catch fish. His mother told him that he might.And gave him… … THE LITTLE FISHERMAN. Ill And so without his mothers leave,He through the garden passed ; Out of the gate he found his way.Into the street at last. And now Ill go down to the wharf,And there Ill catch some trout,Said little John ; away he went,Nor stopped to look about. Soon on the wharf he found…
Children's poetry, American · Children in literature
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