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THE GARDENER Frontispiece O how much wiser you would be To play at Indian wars with me!

PIRATE STORY Three of us aboard in the basket on the lea.

THE LAND OF NOD And up the mountain-sides of dreams.

THE WIND I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all--

THE SWING Up in the air and down.

THE HAYLOFT The mice that in these mountains dwell No happier are than I.

MY SHIP AND I And my ship it keeps a-turning all around and all about.

THE LITTLE LAND In that forest to and fro I can wander, I can go.