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Not that the children may
Not be allowed here to play
 Sometimes when they are good;
But when I'm reading, you know,
Romping and shouting they go;
 Then I want solitude.

Here I shall often sit,
(Mother can read and knit !)
 Resting my book on this shelf.
Here my birdie will swing
Right overhead, the dear thing,
 Singing away to himself.

Pictures? O yes, I forget!
This is "S. Margaret,"—
 None of them costly, but dear—
This is "Aurora" and this—
This is "The Playmate's Kiss,"
 And "Jesus and Mary" here.

Here in the winter time
I shall have ivies to climb;
 And my Hermosa rose,
All through the winter in bloom,
How it will brighten my room!
 I shall forget that it snows.