That led me through the uneven land: From the sick child, now well and old, And grant it, Heaven, that all who read As made my childish days rejoice! R. L. S. A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES I BED IN SUMMER N winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. I have to go bed and see And does it not seem hard to you, II A THOUGHT T is very nice to think I' The world is full of meat and drink, With little children saying grace In every Christian kind of place. III AT THE SEA-SIDE 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. Till it could come no more. |