Though the rose may lose its crimson, And the buttercup its gold,There is something, through all changes, You may always surely hold:Truth can never lose its beauty, Nor its strength, by growing old. MRS. JULIA P. BALLARD. … POLLYS BABY. All in the daintiest cradle That baby could wish to own,It lay contentedly winking, Where Polly had left it alone.It wasnt a mere doll-baby; Ah, no ! that Polly would scorn;But this she loved through the daytime, And dreamed of from night till morn, POLLYS BABY. A cap its small head…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
Internet Archive · Library of Congress · Public Domain Mark 1.0. Free to use for anything.
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