Children of winter
CHILDREN OF WINTER
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLORS
AND MONOTINT BY
VERSES BY
NEW YORK
Copyright, 1888, by
1888
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The Mistletoe.
Pressed tightly on your rosy lips, I pray you, tell us what you know About this branch of mistletoe.
And always watched by cunning spies; I do not dare to tell you how And where I found this curious bough, Oh, if I should forget, and speak, They'd pull my ear, and pinch my cheek! And this is why my finger tips I press so tightly on my lips. A good-night kiss to you I blow, As I trip under the mistletoe! Edith M. Thomas. |
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The Snow-ball Chieftain.
I met a chieftain brave and bright; He'd scarlet bat with snow-white feather, His step was brisk and light.
His lips and cheeks were rosy red; "He doesn't look so very warlike!" Beneath my breath I said.
With snow-balls three he pelted me; Then laughed, and ran, and quickly hid him, Behind a hemlock tree! Edith M. Thomas. |
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The Little Prophet.
And the streams can hardly go (All their babbling voices dumb), Trust me, better days will come! Don't despair.
I can see, and I can hear, Singing travellers on their way To this Northland bleak and gray; Don't despair.
All abroad, to take the sun; I have heard the peepers plaint, From the marshes, far and faint; Don't despair.
In this branch so brown and dry Leaves and flowers that soon will wake, And their prison-fetters break; Don't despair. Edith M. Thomas. |
