And I should like so much to play,

To have to go to bed by day?

II

A THOUGHT

It is very nice to think

It

The world is full of meat and drink,

With little children saying grace

In every Christian kind of place.

4

4

III

AT THE SEA-SIDE

When I was down beside the sea,

When

A wooden spade they gave to me

To dig the sandy shore.

My holes were empty like a cup,

In every hole the sea came up,

Till it could come no more.

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