Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . ries have grown,Said the Tree, while his leaflets all quivering hung. The Tree bore his fruit in the midsummer glow:Said the girl, May I gather thy berries now?Yes, all thou canst see:Take them: all are for thee,Said the Tree, while he bent down his laden boughslow. 302 Young Night Thought YOUNG NIGHT THOUGHT By Robert Louis Stevexsox ALL night long and every night,L When my mamma puts out the light,I see the people marching by,As plain as day, before my e^^e. Armies and empero
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . ries have grown,Said the Tree, while his leaflets all quivering hung. The Tree bore his fruit in the midsummer glow:Said the girl, May I gather thy berries now?Yes, all thou canst see:Take them: all are for thee,Said the Tree, while he bent down his laden boughslow. 302 Young Night Thought YOUNG NIGHT THOUGHT By Robert Louis Stevexsox ALL night long and every night,L When my mamma puts out the light,I see the people marching by,As plain as day, before my e^^e. Armies and emperors and carrying different kinds of marching in so grand a waj^You never saw the like by day. So fine a show was never seenAt the great circus on the green;For every kind of beast and manIs marching in that caravan. At first they move a little slow,But still the faster on they still beside them close I keepUntil we reach the town of Sleep. r Whenever Auntie moves dresses make a curious sound;They trail behind her up the floor,And trundle after through the door. — THE DRUMMER By AND Jakoh Grimm YOUNG drummer was one eveningwalking across the fields, and as hecame to a lake he saw lying on the shorethree pieces of white linen. What fine linen! he said; and tak-ing up one piece he put it in his went home, thought no more ofwhat he had found, and went to bed. Just as hewas going to sleep he thought he heard some onecall out his name, and heard distinctly a gentle voicesay, Drummer, drummer, wake up! At first in the dark he could distinguish notliing,but presently he saw^ hovering over his bed a lightform. What is it? he asked. Give me back my dress, answered the voice,which you took away from the lake to-night. You shall have it, said the drummer, if youwill tell me who you are. Ah, cried the voice, I am the daughter of amighty king, but I have fallen into the power of awitch, and am confined to a glass mountain.
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