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"I WANT IT YESTERDAY."
"Come, take the flower—it is not dead;
'Twas kept in dew the soft night through."
"I will not have it now," he said:
"I want it yesterday, I do."

"It is as red, it is as sweet"—
With angry tears he turned away,
Then flung it fiercely at his feet,
And said, "I want it—yesterday!"




INTO THE WORLD AND OUT.
Into the world he looked with sweet surprise.
The children laughed so when they saw his eyes.

Into the world a rosy hand in doubt
He reached;—a pale hand took one rosebud out.

"And that was all?"—quite all, it may be. . . . But
The children cried so when his eyes were shut.