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... land where the yesterdays meet , Waiting and waiting the morrows to greet ? You wee , funny fellow , who only will blink , What do you wonder and what do you think ? Bright as the moonlight asleep in the skies , What is the dream in my ...
... land where the yesterdays meet , Waiting and waiting the morrows to greet ? You wee , funny fellow , who only will blink , What do you wonder and what do you think ? Bright as the moonlight asleep in the skies , What is the dream in my ...
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... land beyond the sea . Hand in hand with love eternal all the future way seemed fair ; In that little olden cottage Youth had never met with care . Ah , the years have brought me sorrow - I am tired and weary now , There is silver in my ...
... land beyond the sea . Hand in hand with love eternal all the future way seemed fair ; In that little olden cottage Youth had never met with care . Ah , the years have brought me sorrow - I am tired and weary now , There is silver in my ...
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... land of morning hast thou come , Like a gleam of sunshine in our home ; And , my child , what e'er thy lot may be May our love protect and shelter thee . " -THE DENVER NEWS " THE CRADLE " How steadfastly she'd worked at it ; How ...
... land of morning hast thou come , Like a gleam of sunshine in our home ; And , my child , what e'er thy lot may be May our love protect and shelter thee . " -THE DENVER NEWS " THE CRADLE " How steadfastly she'd worked at it ; How ...
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... lands , Be worth the clinging and clasping Of these dear little peach blow hands ? So what am I offered for Baby ? " A rope of diamonds ? " Nay , If your brilliants were larger and brighter Than the stars in the milky way , Would they ...
... lands , Be worth the clinging and clasping Of these dear little peach blow hands ? So what am I offered for Baby ? " A rope of diamonds ? " Nay , If your brilliants were larger and brighter Than the stars in the milky way , Would they ...
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... lands We'll wander , with a glad and joyous heart , And bind anew the lost or broken strands Of Memory , which Time has torn apart . O'er blossomed fields of youth again we'll stray , Some day , dear heart , some day . Some day we'll ...
... lands We'll wander , with a glad and joyous heart , And bind anew the lost or broken strands Of Memory , which Time has torn apart . O'er blossomed fields of youth again we'll stray , Some day , dear heart , some day . Some day we'll ...
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ain't AUSTIN DOBSON baby's eyes bless boy that died boyhood breast bright CHARLES KINGSLEY child coming home dark dear old home Dese little boots dream dressed for Dreamland EUGENE FIELD face father feet gave me baby's glad hair happy heart Heaven home at night I'se J. G. HOLLAND JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY lips little angel Little Boy Blue Little cat little gable window little girl living long ago Lord my soul mamma mamma's p'ecious dirl merry miss MOTHER'S BOY mother's good night never knew night kiss o'er offered for Baby papa PICTURES of MEMORY play pray the Lord prayer precious RICHARD HENRY STODDARD Santa Claus sleep smile soft sorrow sweet SWEET AND LOW tears tell thee There's things thou tired toy dog waiting wonder words of mother yesterday YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY you's youth
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Page 54 - There! little girl; don't cry! There! little girl; don't cry! They have broken your slate, I know; And the glad, wild ways Of your school-girl days Are things of the long ago; But life and love will soon come by.— There! little girl; don't cry!
Page 44 - A little elbow leans upon your knee, Your tired knee that has so much to bear; A child's dear eyes are looking lovingly From underneath a thatch of tangled hair...
Page 16 - The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn ? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
Page 35 - Little Boy Blue The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and staunch he stands ; And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair; And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come...
Page 33 - When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green ; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen ; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away ; Young blood must have its course, lad. And every dog his day.
Page 16 - O'Hanlon 115 West Ninety-fifth Street VIRGINIA, Your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little.
Page 51 - There are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pain, But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again.
Page 35 - And his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair; And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come," he said, "And don't you make any noise!
Page 5 - Among the beautiful pictures That hang on Memory's wall, Is one of a dim old forest, That seemeth best of all. Not for its gnarled oaks olden, Dark with the mistletoe; Not for the violets golden That sprinkle the vale below; Not for the milk-white lilies That lean from the fragrant hedge...
Page 35 - And don't you make any noise!" So, toddling off to his trundle-bed, He dreamt of the pretty toys; And as he was dreaming, an angel song Awakened our Little Boy Blue — Oh ! the years are many, the years are long, But the little toy friends are true...