In a cavalier way,And he 11 seek other quarters to-morrow Long yon d not weep, Conld you but peepAt the bright side of every trial: Fortune, youll find, Is often most kindWhen chilling your hopes with denial. Let the sad day Carry awayIts own little burden of sorrow, Or you may miss One half the… … IN THE HyAY, IN the hay, in the hay, Toss we and tumble ;No one to say us nay,All through the summer day, No one to grumble. In the hay, in the hay, Willie we 11 smother :Bring armfuls, heap them high,Pile them up; now good-by,Poor little brother. HOME SONGS. In the hay, in the hay, Snugly…
Children's poetry
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