Well, anyway I'd find out all about it, 'way down there,
And then I'd want to come up home,
And I'd have so much to tell to You!
If I could dig holes like a rabbit,
That's just what I would do.
Rose Strong Hubbell
THE LITTLE GOD
Mother says there's a little god
Lives in my garden.
I asked her—"In the tree?"—
I asked her—"In the fountain?"
And she said, yes, that she,
Plain as plain could be,
Everywhere could see
The little god.
"What's he look like, mother?"
"Oh," she said, "like the flowers,
Like the summer showers,
Like the morning dew,—
Like you."
She says he's everywhere
In my garden—I can't see him there.
Katharine Howard
DAISIES
At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the Night.
And often while I'm dreaming so,
Across the sky the Moon will go;
It is a lady, sweet and fair,
Who comes to gather daisies there.
For, when at morning I arise,
There's not a star left in the skies;
She's picked them all and dropped them down
Into the meadows of the town.