The Vagabond and Other Poems from Punch by R. C. Lehmann
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And gold and purple gave a welcome bright.
Gone are those voices, but the others came. Joyous and free, whose spirit was the same; And other pansies, robed as those of old, Peeped up and smiled in purple, white and gold. For pansies are, I think, the little gleams Of children's visions from a world of dreams, Jewels of innocence and joy and mirth, Alight with laughter as they fall to earth. Below, the ancient guardian, it may hap, The kindly mother, takes them in her lap, Decks them with glowing petals and replaces In the glad air the friendly pansy-faces. So tread not rashly, children, lest you crush A part of childhood in a thoughtless rush. Would you not treat them gently if you knew Pansies are little bits of children too? THE DRAGON OF WINTER HILL I This is the tale the old men tell, the tale that was told to me, Of the blue-green dragon, The dreadful dragon, |
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