urns its going so much that it solemnly closes just at night-fall. So does the oxalis, and you will not only find its flowers closed,but the leaves, too, folded all up into three pretty divisions, like aheart. And our sweet pond-lily always hides away under the waterwhen the sun is gone, only to… … The first I knew — the engineerWore pants, instead of dresses; And from beneath the school-boys capI missed the golden tresses. 172 ON THE RACE-COURSE. And next this kilted Jockey cameHis steed — a (rocking?) pacer. My four-year-old, in papas boots,Astride a Maud S. racer.
Children's literature, American · Children's literature
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