THE LAND OF USED-TO-BE.
By James Whitcomb Riley.
AND where's the Land of Used-to-be, does little baby wonder?
Oh, we will clap a magic saddle over papa's knee,
And ride away around the world, and in and out and under,
The whole of all the golden sunny summer-time, and see!
Leisurely and lazy-like we'll jostle on our journey,
And let the pony bathe his hooves and cool them in the dew,
As he sidles down the shady way, and lags along the ferny