den^ With a head like a golden flower,She soberly stood at the windowIn the still, wrhite twilight hour. Of what are you thinking, sweetheart ? She was such a little child,She could not answer the question ; She only dimpled and smiled. But I wondered, as she frolicked, Her mystic revery oer,Was… … 111 ONCE UPON *4 TIME And his hold was full of sugar, the French-mans tea to sweeten ;But when he safely moored his craft besidethose foreign shores — Alas, that silly little boy, his cargo he hadeaten ! A PRETTY AMBITION. THE mackerel-man drives down the street,With mackerel to sell,A-c£lling out…
Children's poetry · Children's poetry -- 1897
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