Monday, April 18, 2011


  A little Golden Book:  A Child's Garden of Verses
I lost this book many years ago when renovating the house.  It was my favorite as a child.  The book is so old that I thought I would never find it again anywhere.  To my pleasant surprise its available online! I repurchased this vintage book in a different, more complete version.   

Printed in 1899, this book is more than 100 years old!!

Where Go the Boats?

Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.

Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating –
Where will all come home?

On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.

Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore

  Bed in Summer

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?

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