In a book, that all may read.”
So he vanished from my sight;
And I plucked a hollow reed.
And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
Frontispiece of Mary Wollstonecraft’s “Stories.”
In a book, that all may read.”
So he vanished from my sight;
And I plucked a hollow reed.
And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
Frontispiece of Mary Wollstonecraft’s “Stories.”