. Poetry for children . DIALOGUE , BET WEEN A MOTHERCHILD. XXXII CHILD. O LADY, lay your costly robes aside, No longer may you glory in your POETRY FOR CHILDREN 115 MOTHER. Wherefore to-day art singing in mine earSad songs, were made so long ago, my dear?This day I am to be a bride, you know,Why sing sad songs, were made so long ago ? CHILD. 0 Mother, lay your costly robes aside,For you may never be anothers line I learnd not in the old sad song. MOTHER. 1 pray thee, pretty one, now hold thy tongue,Play with the bride-maids, and be glad, my boy,For thou shalt be a sec

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. Poetry for children . DIALOGUE , BET WEEN A MOTHERCHILD. XXXII CHILD. O LADY, lay your costly robes aside, No longer may you glory in your POETRY FOR CHILDREN 115 MOTHER. Wherefore to-day art singing in mine earSad songs, were made so long ago, my dear?This day I am to be a bride, you know,Why sing sad songs, were made so long ago ? CHILD. 0 Mother, lay your costly robes aside,For you may never be anothers line I learnd not in the old sad song. MOTHER. 1 pray thee, pretty one, now hold thy tongue,Play with the bride-maids, and be glad, my boy,For thou shalt be a second fathers joy. CHILD. One father fondled me upon his knee,One father is enough, alone, for me.

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