LIGHT AND SHADOW
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"I LOVE you, little maid," Said the Sunbeam to the Shade, As all day long she shrank away before him; But at twilight, ere he died, She was weeping at his side; And he felt her tresses softly trailing o'er him. |
SLEEP
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WHEN he is a little chap, We call him Nap. When he somewhat older grows, We call him Doze. When his age by hours we number, We call him Slumber. |
THE FIRE-FLY
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"ARE you flying through the night Looking where to find me?" "Nay; I travel with a light For the folks behind me." |