TO MY MOTHER AND FATHER
WHO ALWAYS HAD TIME
TO WAIVE GROWN-UP MATTERS
AND READ A SMALL RHYME:
WHOSE HEARTS EVER HELD
THROUGH THE FLIGHT OF THE YEARS
A SOFT UNDERSTANDING
OF SMALL JOYS AND TEARS.
We wish to acknowledge with thanks the permission of “The Youth’s Companion,” “St. Nicholas,” “Little Folks,” and Congregational Publishing Society for such of these rhymes as have appeared in their publications.
CONTENTS
’TIS a world of wonderful things,
Of wind and water and wings
And the tiniest bird
That ever was heard
Of God and His goodness sings;
So be glad, little child, and say
“Mine is a wonderful way;
They all are for me,
The flower and the tree,
Love, and the light of day.”