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GARDEN DAYS | |
Night and Day | Page 103 |
Nest Eggs | 107 |
The Flowers | 110 |
Summer Sun | 112 |
The Dumb Soldier | 114 |
Autumn Fires | 117 |
The Gardener | 119 |
Historical Associations | 121 |

ENVOYS | |
To Willie and Henrietta | 125 |
To my Mother | 127 |
To Auntie | 128 |
To Minnie | 129 |
To my Name-Child | 133 |
To any Reader | 136 |


A CHILD'S
GARDEN of
Verses
Copyright 1895, by Charles Scribner's Sons

BED IN SUMMER
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?


A Thought.
It is very nice to think
The world is full of meat and drink
With little children saying grace
In every Christian kind of place.
The world is full of meat and drink
With little children saying grace
In every Christian kind of place.

At The Seaside.
When I was down beside the sea
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.
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.

Young Night Thought.
