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PLAYTHINGS, EARTH’S
He begged me for the little toys at night,
That I had taken, lest he play too long,
The little broken toys—his sole delight.
I held him close in wiser arms and strong,
And sang with trembling voice the even-song.
Reluctantly the drowsy lids drooped low,
The while he pleaded for the boon denied.
Then, when he slept, sweet dream, content to know,