That welcomer of new-born days, A breakfast, merits; ever giving Cheerful notice we are living Another day refreshd by sleep, When its festival we keep. Now, although I would not slight Those kindly words we use, Good-night, Yet parting words are words of sorrow, And may not vie with sweet… … 106 POETRY FOR CHILDREN Sleepy Robert never hearsOr urn or kettle ; he appearsWhen all have finishd, one by oneDropping off, and breakfast done.Yet has he too his own pleasure,His breakfast hours his hour of leisure;And, left alone, he reads or muses,Or else in idle mood he usesTo sit and watch the…
Children's poetry, English
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