The Book of the Little Past
I won't go,

For all that they can do.

No; on the steps Outside, and down, below,

Forever and ever and ever, I'll stay too!

—With You.

[Pg 32]

The Sorrows

f This is all it will be like,

I wish to Die;—I don't care how—

While I am very, very young;

As young as almost Now.

They never felt what Sorrow was;

Or never learned their Golden Rule;

They say, These are your happiest days,

—With School,—School,—School!

When Saturday's all out of breath

With all the week before in sight;—

And Monday coming after you

Spoils every Sunday night!

And Nothing done but yesterdays;


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