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Identifier: poemsmychildrenl00john (find matches)
Title: Poems my children love best of all
Year: 1919 (1910s)
Authors: Johnson, Clifton, 1865-1940, ed Bassett, Mary R Hammell, Will
Subjects: Children's poetry
Publisher: New York : Lloyd Adams Noble
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ar,Do you not hear,That we have washed our mittens? Washed your mittens? Oh, youre good kittens.But I smell a rat close by! Hush! hush! me-ow, me-ow!I smell a rat close by. Me-ow, me-ow, me-ow! LITTLE THINGS Little drops of water,Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean,And the pleasant land. 146 Little Folks Book of Verse Thus the little minutes, Humble though they be,Make the mighty ages Of eternity. Thus our little errors Lead the soul awayFrom the path of virtue, Off in sin to stray. Little deeds of kindness, Little words of love,Make our earth an Eden, Like the heaven above. Julia A. Carney. THE LITTLE BIRDS COMPLAINT TO HIS MISTRESS Here in this wiry prison where I sing And think of fresh green woods, and long to fly,Unable once to try my useless wing, Or flaunt my feathers in the clear blue sky Mild spring returning strews the ground with flowers,And hangs sweet May-buds on the hedges gay; But no kind sunshine cheers my gloomy hours,Nor kind companion twitters on the spray.
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TZcfl in Summer THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR, LENOXITILDEN FOUNDATIONS! Bed in Summer 147 Oh! how I long to stretch my listless wings, And fly away as far as eye can see!And from the topmost bough, where Robin sings, Pour my wild songs, and be as blithe as he. Kind mistress, come, with gentle, pitying hand,Unbar that curious grate, and set me free. Then on the whitethorn bush Ill take my stand,And sing sweet songs to freedom and to thee. Ann Taylor. BED IN SUMMER In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way,I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up peoples feetStill going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to youWhen all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play,To have to go to bed by day? Robert Louis Stevenson. 148 Little Folks* Book of Verse A SPRING SONG The spring is come! The spring is come!Again the earth rejoices; All st

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