 | XIX The wonder clock; or, Four & twenty marvelous tales, being one for each hour of the day; written & illustrated by Howard Pyle, embellished with verses by Katharine Pyle. |  |
Seven O'clock.
Seven O'clock.
The Work is over for the Day;The Sky is pale, and far away
The Village Children shout at Play.
Now from his Hole the Toad comes out,
And blinks his Eyes, and hops about,
And likes the pleasant Air, no doubt.
And blinks his Eyes, and hops about,
And likes the pleasant Air, no doubt.
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| XIX The wonder clock; or, Four & twenty marvelous tales, being one for each hour of the day; written & illustrated by Howard Pyle, embellished with verses by Katharine Pyle. | |