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The book of joyous children . # . ^m ^ •THK OLD TREE SAYS HE S ALL OUB TREE. { ( THE NOBLE OLD ELM So all keep still: An nen slie gone An pat the Old Tree, an says she,—Whose air you, Tree? an nen let on Like she s a-listnin to the Tree,—An nen she say, Its settled,—cause The Old Tree says he s all our tree-His trurik belongs to bofe your Pas, But shade belongs to you an me. [67] THE PENALTY OF GENIUS When little Pollns Morton he sAgo to speak a piece, wy, nan. [68] THE PENALTY OF GENIUS The Teacher smiles an says at she s Most proud, of all her little menAn women in her school—cause PollHe al
The book of joyous children . # . ^m ^ •THK OLD TREE SAYS HE S ALL OUB TREE. { ( THE NOBLE OLD ELM So all keep still: An nen slie gone An pat the Old Tree, an says she,—Whose air you, Tree? an nen let on Like she s a-listnin to the Tree,—An nen she say, Its settled,—cause The Old Tree says he s all our tree-His trurik belongs to bofe your Pas, But shade belongs to you an me. [67] THE PENALTY OF GENIUS When little Pollns Morton he sAgo to speak a piece, wy, nan. [68] THE PENALTY OF GENIUS The Teacher smiles an says at she s Most proud, of all her little menAn women in her school—cause PollHe alius speaks the best of all. An nen she 11 pat him on the hold her finger up at you Before he speak j an when he speakIts ist some piece she learn him to ! Cause he s her favor-ite. . An she Aint poplar as she ust to be ! When Pollus Morton speaks, wy, nenIst all the other childern knows They re smart as him an smart-again !—Ef they canH speak an got fine cloes. Their Parunts loves em more n PoU- Us Morton, Teacher, speech, an all! [69] EVENSONG Lay away the story,— Though the theme is sweet,There s a lack of something yet, Leaves it incomplete :—There s a nameless yearning— Strangely undefined—For a story sweeter still Than the written kind. Therefore read no longer— I ve no heart to hearBut just something you make up, 0 my mother dear.—With your arms around me, Hold me, folded-eyed,—Only let your voice go on— 1 11 be sa
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