COMFORT THROUGH A WINDOW.(CHILD WITHIN TO TRAMP WITHOUT.)
It's not so nice here as it looks,
With china that keeps breaking so,
And five of Mr. Tennyson's books
Too fine to look in—is it, though?
With china that keeps breaking so,
And five of Mr. Tennyson's books
Too fine to look in—is it, though?
If you just had to sit here (Well!)
In satin chairs too blue to touch,
And look at flowers too sweet to smell,
In vases—would you like it much?
In satin chairs too blue to touch,
And look at flowers too sweet to smell,
In vases—would you like it much?
If you see any flowers, they grow,
And you can find them in the sun.
These are the ones we buy, you know,
In winter-time—when there are none!
And you can find them in the sun.
These are the ones we buy, you know,
In winter-time—when there are none!
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