Riley Child-Rhymes by James Whitcomb Riley
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_He owns the bird-songs of the hills-- The laughter of the April rills; And his are all the diamonds set In Morning's dewy coronet,-- And his the Dusk's first minted stars That twinkle through the pasture-bars And litter all the skies at night With glittering scraps of silver light;-- The rainbow's bar, from rim to rim, In beaten gold, belongs to him._ CONTENTS [Note from the transcriber: The Table of Contents below was taken from the book and is an alphabetical list of the poems. A second Table of Contents, listing the poems in the order they occur in this book, has been provided by the transcriber.] AT AUNTY'S HOUSE BEAR STORY, THE BOY LIVES ON OUR FARM, THE BOYS' CANDIDATE, THE |
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