pherd evermore. HAVENT you scan the sun on high,Climbing through a cloudy sky,Melt away the mists beside him,And when clouds have tried to hide him,Sweep them from the sky? And some folks below the skyKeep bright sunshine in their eye;And when trifling troubles meet them,Let good humor fight and… … Little troubles often rise,Bring the dewdrops in your eyes;But vexatious though you find them,Sweep them from your eyes. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. A bird appears a thoughtless thing PAGE 17G A bit of wool sticks here upon this thorn «• —118 A fair little girl sat under a tree DO A hungry spider made a…
Children's poetry
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