Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · New York : Scribner · leaf 184
Sobbing among the tangled grass;Her silver mantle was rumpled and torn.Her golden slippers were dusty and worn;The bats had frightened her half to death,The spiders ch;ised her quite out of breath.I fed her with honey, I washed her with dew,1 rocked her to sleep in my cradle of blue;And I could… … Vol. IX.—12. 170 THE MAGIC PEN. [December^ THE MAGIC PEN. By E. S. Brooks. (Continued/r()tfi the November Number.) After a moment of deep thought, the Master continues: Where all speak well, t is hard to tell Just which advice to take.Come, Fancy Bright! Come, High Desire ! What choice now shall we…
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