Wounded now and helpless, on that rugged plainSank the little drummer, neer to rise again. Happy little Charley I Not a sign of fearMarked his youthful features as his end drewnear. Death had found him waiting with his armor on ;Soon the strife was ended and the victory won. Through each weary… … THE AFTERNOON NAP. THE farmer sat in liis easy-chair Smoking his pipe of clay,While his hale old v ife, with busy care, Was clearing the dinner away;A sweet little girl with fine blue eyesOn her grandfathers knee was catchingflies. 17* 198 HOME SONGS. The old man laid his hand on her head,With a…
Children's poetry
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