Scottish landAre loved on every foreign strandWhere stirs a Scottish heart or hand. Now, little people, sweet and true,I find a lesson here for you,Writ in the flowerets bell of blue: The patient child, whose watchful eyeStrives after all things pure and high,Shall take their image by-and-by. HOME… … Kissing the flowers that grow on its brink,Violets blue and anemones pink; Under the ferns and grasseshiding, Out in the sunshine swift-ly gliding; 142 HOME SONGS. Down through the meadows winding aroundInto the river it leaps with a bound. JSEVEN T1MEJ3 ONE.THERES no dew left on the daisies and…
Children's poetry
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