Stay, Dear, with me, for dark will come and then,

It fills the soul with fear—don't go again—

Black clouds will roll, when only children sleep.

O Darling storms of midnight vex and threat;

The gullies moan and then the goblins see!

It is not wise or brave to prattle so;

And Dear, if you must go, I will not fret;

The sun will shine when you come home to me,

Dark night is day and only mild winds blow.

CHILDREN AT THE PARK

We hop and skip in time

In the shade of the sycamore trees,

Fly around like the birds and the bees.

We swing and sway and climb

To the top of the strong monkey bars,

Watch the boats and the Riverside cars.

We swim and shout in glee,

While the ships on the river sail on.

How time flies and the morning is gone.

We leap and prance about

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