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The flowers are happy in the garden, For the bees are always there; The clouds are happy up in Heaven With the angels in the air; But little boy and little mouse Are rather lonely in the house.

Playgrounds

In summer I am very glad We children are so small, For we can see a thousand things That men can't see at all.

They don't know much about the moss And all the stones they pass: They never lie and play among The forests in the grass:

They walk about a long way off; And, when we're at the sea, Let father stoop as best he can He can't find things like me.

But, when the snow is on the ground And all the puddles freeze, I wish that I were very tall, High up above the trees....

Fairings

O, Father has donned his suit of brown And saddled the gelding gray, And he's ridden off to London town Where the streets are fine and gay.

And Mother has asked for a yard of lace, And Kate for a kerchief new, And Moll for a mirror to look at her face, And Bessie for beads, all blue;

And Dick has been promised a kite so tall, And Jamie a leathern whip, And Baby shall play with a painted ball, And O! I have asked for a ship!--

But our eldest sister stood apart, And I think I heard her say: 'O bring me back a little white heart Like the one I lost in May....'

The Flower to the Bud

Tiny heart beneath my hand, Say, what treasures will you hold? O, what blossom will unfold, Late to bloom, or soon to fade, From this bud, my baby-maid? Through what shallows will you wade, To what heights will you aspire In your spirit's white desire? Will you mar or will you make? Will you give or will you take? Will you glow or will you break With the running of the sand-- Tiny heart beneath my hand?...