O Voice, you are my wandering love,
Lost, yet forever heard.
—Arvia Mackaye, 9 years old.
MY LITTLE BO-PEEP.
My little Bo-Peep does not cry for lost sheep—
O no! She is sobbing for bread;
Her hands are so tired, so weary her feet,
That she sighs, "I wish I were dead."
My little Bo-Peep does not wander away
O'er meadows so grassy and green;