 | In memory of W. V.: William Canton |  |
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FELLOW-FEELING
Poor little soul! We kissed the place
To make the smarting forehead whole,
Then dried the May and April face,
Saying, Poor little soul!
To make the smarting forehead whole,
Then dried the May and April face,
Saying, Poor little soul!
So soothed, he felt within him stir
Some pity for his mate in woe,
And went and kissed the baluster,
Sighing, Poor itty so'!
Some pity for his mate in woe,
And went and kissed the baluster,
Sighing, Poor itty so'!
| In memory of W. V.: William Canton | |