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When I arose to speak one day, I quite forgot what I had to say. I thought, and thought, and tried in vain To bring it to my mind again, And there I stood, with head downcast, A-dreading what would come at last. The room grew dark, my heart grew sad, I thought I surely would go mad; I tried to speak, but not a word Or e'en a whisper could be heard. My limbs with palsy seemed to shake, My heart with terror seemed to quake. I heard a giggle clear and loud Go rippling through the waiting crowd. I could no longer stand the strain, For bursting seemed my heart and brain. Then to my feelings I gave vent, And weeping to my seat I went. |
MARION'S LAMENT
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I'm such a lonely little girl, And play all by myself; I feel just like a broken doll That's laid by on the shelf. And when I'm tired of playing alone, There's nothing else to do, But wish I had a brother Joe, Or little sister Sue. I think I'll write to Santa Claus And say I'm lone and sad; And if he'll bring a baby girl, I'll be so very glad. I think that he will bring me one, For Santa's good to me. I'll tell him please to hang it on My little Christmas tree. |
WHEN I'M A BIG GIRL