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IN STREET AND GARDEN.
II.SELF-COMFORTED.
The ragged child across the street
Stared at the child that looked so sweet:
Stared at the child that looked so sweet:
"I'll have a whiter dress than you,
And wear some prettier rosebuds, too;
And wear some prettier rosebuds, too;
"And not be proud a bit," she said,
"I thank you, miss,—when I am dead."
"I thank you, miss,—when I am dead."
III.LITTLE GUIDO'S LOST PICTURES.
The world may keep the best he gave to it.
That may be worth the world itself. Who knows?
Here, you who are his namesake, come and sit,
And read about him, by this budding rose.
That may be worth the world itself. Who knows?
Here, you who are his namesake, come and sit,
And read about him, by this budding rose.
The world may keep the Aurora. As for me,
I'd rather see the pictures that he drew
In the divine dust, there, of Italy,
When Guido was a sweet, dark boy like you.
I'd rather see the pictures that he drew
In the divine dust, there, of Italy,
When Guido was a sweet, dark boy like you.
