. Fresh flowers for children . ed away To a large frigate in the bay. And there we spent a charming day. T was once a happy home to me, For many weeks upon the sea. This stately ship, it brought us here, O long ago — more than a year. It now is going home, I fear, And I shall lose the love and petting Of many friends, and so Im fretting. Sometimes I sail with dear a green, sunny island, whereTall palms and cocoa-nut trees are. 156 A JOURNAL IN RHYME. Its hills, its beach, its winding streams,Are lovelier than the land of charming things of beauty rare,Trees, fruits, flowers,
. Fresh flowers for children . ed away To a large frigate in the bay. And there we spent a charming day. T was once a happy home to me, For many weeks upon the sea. This stately ship, it brought us here, O long ago — more than a year. It now is going home, I fear, And I shall lose the love and petting Of many friends, and so Im fretting. Sometimes I sail with dear a green, sunny island, whereTall palms and cocoa-nut trees are. 156 A JOURNAL IN RHYME. Its hills, its beach, its winding streams,Are lovelier than the land of charming things of beauty rare,Trees, fruits, flowers, waters cluster there ;It seems descended from the mamma calls it Paradise. Auntie, I must say good bye, But first Ill tell a pleasant thing,—My Canary did not die ; He lives to love me and to leg was amputated, then He was silent many I was delighted when He returned to his glad Auntie, now adieu. Though we are so far theres a place for you, In the tropics of my NED A SKETCH. Lfc:r me describe this charming dog,And all his fascinating ways —His eloquent, expressive faceI cannot too much praise. Sometimes I think a human soul,And human thoughts imprisoned lieWithin that graceful form of his,And shine forth from his eye. He has so much of intellectSo quickly comprehends ones looksAnd all thats said he understandsAs if he d studied books. 5 158 NED. There is no need that he should speakAll the affection he would tell,Is written on his knowing face-So brightly and so well. Fastidious is he in his loves,Yet very faithful and sincere,And dignified in manner too,With gentlemanly air. In character as well as formHe is a dog of beauty rare ;No other dog in all the worldCan with our Ned compare. TO JIP. Listen to me, Jip, I pray. Let me tell you how one day I was joyfully at play, When I heard a kitten mew, — That little kitten, Jip, was you. I was in a quiet street. Where the children always meet; There before the sc
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