weet-brierblows, Green grows the caraway Grandma planted,Though scarce one lover to-day it knows. When dear old Grandma her meetin bun-nit Had carefully tied, on the Sabbath Day,She always put in her best-gown pocketA generous handful of caraway. For the dear old soul would grow a-wearyTo sit so… … She sensed the better Gods love behind itBy eating a bit of her meetin seed.129 ONCE UPON A TIME Solemn and mild upraised to the parsonWas her dear old face on the Sabbath Day; She drank the sweet there was in the sermon— The bitter she flavored with caraway. Though caraway is not fair to look at,…
Children's poetry · Children's poetry -- 1897
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