u less faith than me ? INDEPENDENCE, • PRETTY vine, what makes you cling To that cold gray stone ?Why do nt you lift your drooping head,Like all the flowrets in the bed, And learn to stand alone ? Little maid, the vine replied, You need nt pity me;I lie here in the warm bright sun,And have the… … THE ILL-JNATURED BRIEF}. LITTLE Miss Brier came out of the ground, She put out her thorns and scratched every-thing round. I 11 just try, said she, how bad I can be; At pricking and scratching but few can matchme. HOME SONGS. 117 Little Miss Brier was handsome and bright,Her leaves were dark green,…
Children's poetry
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