Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 467
h The forest-spring where it had its birth, And all of the winding way it went, With many a murmur of discontent; And the early dream came back again, As the thoughts of youth come back to men: That thread of silver that ever turned Away from the skies for which it yearned, That wandering life of… … One morning met a curly dog. He was of medium size — His ears were drooped, his tail was limp, And the tears stood in his eyes. Said Polly to the curly dog: Why do you look so sad ? Because, replied he, with a sniff, The times are very bad. You see, said he, the streets are fullOf little Mother…
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