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Title: Word pictures in rhyme
Year: 1919 (1910s)
Authors: Kinsman, O. W. (Owen W.), b. 1846
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Publisher: (Pasadena, Calif.? : O.W. Kinsman)
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r followed tears. When the sun shines on her ringletsAnd they gleam like golden thread, We can see storm passions gatherWhen she shakes her curly head. Then like dew drops, two tears sparkleOn her cheeks where roses stay; Soon her eyes and lips are all laughing,For I let her have her way. Then she says, grandpa, I love you,With her arms around my neck. If I had a will like iron She could make of it a wreck. So the children overrule me,Now that I am old and gray, But if they should always love meThey can mostly have their way.62 TO STELLA Under the snow so pure and so whiteYour baby is sleeping with angels tonight.Our hearts are sad, for we loved her so,But since it is willed that she should go, It is only fitting she should lie,Under the snow and the clear blue sky;For her life was as pure and heart as true,As the snow is white and the sky is blue. We weep with you in our sympathy,But baby still lives in our memory.The gems with which I would not partAre the baby faces in my heart. 63
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64 ON THE FARM AT ALPAUGH Us kids are busy all the time out here upon the farm;We find so many things to do the citys lost its charm;We have the horses and the colt, the chickens and the cow,And grandpa shows us how to milk, he says we must learnhow. We all climb on old Lulys back, she never runs away; We ride across the fields, we have, the whole outdoors for playAnd when our Daddy hauls in hay we ride upon the load,Then when the wagon crawls along we play it is a toad. We have three rabbits in a box they are the Belgian hare;For fear they might all runaway we have to keep them here.The fields are full of rabbits here, some cottontails and jacks,Youd think there was a million here, they leave so many tracks. We have our playhouse in the shed where Daddy keeps his tools;We place our dollies in their seats, they never break the rules;We have a swing, a box of sand and other things like that.Oh, yes, I most forgot to tell, about our kitty-cat. She had two kittens, black and white, but o

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