g her wings from her daring flight,She warbles a sweet and merry trill, Glancing to earth like a ray of light,Her prize is gained on the distant hill. She gathers her berry, happy and proud; But the lightning played in the tree-top tall,The rain dashed out of the drifting cloud, Fiercely beating… … THE NIGHTHAWK. When I was a boy, — Ill never say when ; But the boys of ten were not old as men,— The nighthawk seemed the funniest bird I ever had heard; upon my word A wonderful thing, with that boys delight, A free-pass circus every night. Two words he uttered, and only those ; He speaks them…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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