SEVEN TIMES ONE. MERRY-Sunshine-Bluebell girl,All iny fond thoughts fly and furl,Close their wings about your head.May dear angels round you spreadJoy from morn to setting sun,—For to-day youre seven times one. SEVEN TIMES ONE. Winds that fly from you to me Early, gently, ceaselessly, Whisper, We…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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