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BED IN SUMMER

N winter I get up at night

winders 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.

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?

A THOUGHT

T is very nice to think

The world is full of meat and drink, With little children saying grace In every Christian kind of place.

W

AT THE SEA-SIDE

HEN 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.

YOUNG NIGHT THOUGHT

ALL night long and every night,

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When my mama puts out the light,

I see the people marching by,

As plain as day, before my eye.

Armies and emperors and kings,
All carrying different kinds of things,
And marching in so grand a way,
You never saw the like by day.

So fine a show was never seen
At the great circus on the green;
For
every kind of beast and man
Is marching in that caravan.

At first they move a little slow,
But still the faster on they go,
And still beside them close I keep
Until we reach the town of Sleep.