 | Some Simple Songs and A Few More Ambitious
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DEAR LITTLE BOOK.
Dear little book, dear little brook,Thou babbling bubbbles of my heart,
Our year together is at an end,
And now we part.
Alone now thou must face the weather;
Roam o'er strange lands. You know not whether,
To find a friend.
Go cheerful on thy way,
Go chatter out thy lay,
I bid thee now God-speed.
And if some one amid the throng
Should hear and feel your simple song,
And with their cloak of love enfold,
To save thee from the biting cold,
My prayer is that you heed,
And give him comfort in his need.
| Some Simple Songs and A Few More Ambitious
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