. Journeys with fancy through the world seem to get they sort o blink around, Fairy Folk for Little Folk ] 57 Till theyre all stretched out a-napping. On their backs, right on the ground. By and by, again, they wake up. First they move their little feet; Then their wings; then shake their bodies; Then their playmates they all greet. My, oh my! Theres such a chatter. And such scolding all at once: Why, I think one little sparrow Called another just plain Dunce! Then they all went paddling homeward. Just as solemn as could be. For their heads were set to aching By that Og
. Journeys with fancy through the world seem to get they sort o blink around, Fairy Folk for Little Folk ] 57 Till theyre all stretched out a-napping. On their backs, right on the ground. By and by, again, they wake up. First they move their little feet; Then their wings; then shake their bodies; Then their playmates they all greet. My, oh my! Theres such a chatter. And such scolding all at once: Why, I think one little sparrow Called another just plain Dunce! Then they all went paddling homeward. Just as solemn as could be. For their heads were set to aching By that Ogre Judas Tree. But that naughty Ogres waiting For another sparrow crowd; And, the while, he softly chuckles— Even, sometimes, laughs aloud. 55ammys Cradle @ong n ONEY chile a-hush yo cryin: Sperrits walkin thoo de night!Safely in mah ahms a-lyin. Hidden fom de fearsome sight. Honey chile a-hush yo cryin: Ode-wise deyll sholy hea;An deyll come aroun hee, spyin,- Fo deys actin mighty quee. —From The Crimson Rose oj Cedar Top Terrace, now in 58 [The World Beautiful- C3HE glONG SPRITES CQELODY O OWN by the River of Song, dear cousins, In the sunlit Valley of Fun,Where the beautiful Flowers of Innocence grow And the wonder-world just has begun;There where the dancing brook they call Laughter Joins the wide River of Song,On the humming waves of musical sound The song Sprites come gliding many-hued boats made from melody leaves, That glisten in sun-kissed Song Sprites glide on their fairy ride. And gently they rock and sway. They rock and sway and sing their song In the sunlit Valley of Fun,Where the beautiful Flowers of Innocence grow. And the wonder-world just has Dawn Sprites sit by the river bank And watch them with wondering eyes;And Fancy herself, with the Twilight Elves, In dreamy enchantment lies. Dear Love and Mischief stop their play. And sit and listen there long;And the dancing Daughters of Morning Mist And the Echoes repeat their so
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