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Title: Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary treasures..
Year: 1890 (1890s)
Authors: Tiffany, Otis H. (Otis Henry), 1825-1891 Tiffany, Otis H. (Otis Henry), 1825-1891 Tiffany, Otis H. (Otis Henry), 1825-1891
Subjects: English literature
Publisher: Chicago : C. W. Stanton
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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tb tliat mocks the (lovUnt^ rules.Knowledge n-ver barned of schools :Of the wild liees morning nliaHo,Of the wild flowfrs time and place,Flight of fowl, and habitudeOf the tenants of the wood ; How the tortoise bears his shell,How the woodchuck digs his cell,And the ground-mole sinks his well;How the robin feeds her young.How the orioles nest is hung ;Where the whitest lilies blow,Where the fre.ihest berries grow.Where the ground-nut trails its vine.Where the wood-grapes clusters shine,Of the black wasps cunning way,Mason of his walls of clay.And the architectural plansOf gray hornet artisans !For, eschewing books and tasks,Nature answers all he asks;Hand in hand with her he walks,Part and parcel of her joy.Blessings on the barefoot boy. 0 for boyhoods time of Juno,Crowding years in one brief moon,When all tilings I heard or saw.Mo, (heir master, waited for! 1 was rich in flowiT.s and trees,Humming birds and honey-bees;For my sport the squirrel played,Plied the snouted mole his spade;
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Blessings <* thee, little ma LINES ON A SKELETON. 417 For my taste the blackberry conePurpled over hedge and stone ;Laughed the brook for my delight,Through the day, and through the night:Whispering at the garden wall.Talked -,vith me from fall to fall;Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond,Mine the walnut slopes beyond.Mine, on bending orchard trees.Apples of Hesperides!Still, as my horizon grew,Larger grew my riches too,All the world I saw or knewSeemed a complex Chinese toy.Fashioned for a barefoot boy ! 0, for festal dainties spread,Like my bowl of milk and bread.Pewter spoon and bowl of wood.On the door-stone, gray and rude!Oer me like a regal tent.Cloudy ribbed, the sunset bent,Purple-curtained, fringed with gold,Looped in many a wind-swung fold ;While for music came the playOf the pied frogs orchestra; And, to light the noisy choir.Lit the fly his lamp of fire.I was monarch ; pomp and joyWaited on the barefoot boy ! Cheerily, then, my little man !Live and laugh as boyhood can ;T

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