TWO VOICES.[EAGER CHILD AND TOO BUSY MOTHER.]
"One bird is come. It's blue. But there is not any other
In this whole world anywhere, and it will soon be gone.
Will you listen?" "I must hush your pretty, crying brother.
Tell it—to sing on."
In this whole world anywhere, and it will soon be gone.
Will you listen?" "I must hush your pretty, crying brother.
Tell it—to sing on."
"Here's one rose, the first of all. But the wind may blow and take it,
Or the frost may come again as cold as frost can be,
Or a bee that hunts for honey may light on the leaves, and break it.—
Will you come and see?"
Or the frost may come again as cold as frost can be,
Or a bee that hunts for honey may light on the leaves, and break it.—
Will you come and see?"
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