Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 282
he feathery grass. Then up — up — up — where the blossom-cloudsShut close round the robins nest. Peep quick! Can you see the deep blue eggsShe hides neath her soft, warm breast ? Now you can tell why the bobolinkWhen from meadow-grass he springs, Carols with joy as he feels the airPass under his… … It may be, the trout with the self-same sighDrops down to the depths of the pool, Leaving the sun-bright ripples aboveFor the shadows safe and cool. A bird or a fish or a butterfly, Or a bee in a bed of thyme —You shall know all their joys, little girl, little girl, If into my lap you 11 climb !…
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