And he who enters in the cave,
Nothing shall make afraid,
The cave by the Mississippi
Where Tom and Becky strayed.
THE FAIRY FROM THE APPLE-SEED
Oh apple-seed I planted in a silly shallow place
In a bowl of wrought silver, with Sangamon earth within it,
Oh baby tree that came, without an apple on it,
A tree that grew a tiny height, but thickened on apace,
With bossy glossy arms, and leaves of trembling lace.