Afterwhiles by James Whitcomb Riley
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page 39 of 121 (32%)
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_A Life Lesson_
There! Little girl; don't cry! They have broken your doll, I know; And your tea-set blue, And your play-house too, Are things of the long ago; But childish troubles will soon pass by--. There! Little girl; don't cry! There! Little girl; don't cry! They have broken your slate, I know; And the glad, wild ways Of your school-girl days Are things of the long ago; But life and love will soon come by--. There! Little girl; don't cry! There! Little girl; don't cry! They have broken your heart, I know; And the rainbow gleams Of your youthful dreams Are things of the long ago; But heaven holds all for which you sigh--. There! Little girl; don't cry! _A Scrawl_ I want to sing something-- but this is all-- |
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