]f I were gov. SUMMER clay, So fair and gay,When all your breezes are at play,And when the yellow sun looks downOn grassy field and wayside brown.Id never let my winds complain,My sunny skies be dark with rain,Or dim with clouds that hide the blue. My sweet mamma, So fair you areWhen, gazing up as… … 0 Baby ! Oh, 1 love you so!Your dimpled shoulders, white as snow,Your rosy hands and restless feet,And cooing voice and laughter sweet,Id grow no older year by year,But always stay a baby clear, —The sweetest thing that ever grew,— If I were you. 0 little lass Within the glass,So lazily the minutes…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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