rother Alfred, and-for me. Some came round with the winters snows,Some with midsummer and the rose,Some at the time when brown leaves fall,But there were games and gifts for all. Tis long ago, and the churchyard yewBends oer father and mother too;Brothers and sisters all have grownTo troubles and… … THE OjLD MAN. I SEE an old man sitting there; His withered limbs are almost bare,And very hoary is his hair. Old man, why are you sitting so?For very cold the wind doth blow;Why dont you to your cottage go? 216 HOME SONGS. All, children, in the world so wideI have no home wherein to hide,No…
Children's poetry
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