The Infant's Delight: Poetry by Anonymous
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[Illustration: Though gay and pleas-ing to the sight, The Vi-per has a dead-ly bite.] [Illustration: THE CONCERT.] [Illustration: CAUGHT IN THE FOG.] [Illustration] PLAY-ING WITH WOOD-EN BRICKS. An In-di-an tem-ple on the floor The chil-dren build with wood-en bricks, They've placed two pil-lars by the door, And on the roof they now would fix A good tall spire, so Et-ty takes A long-er brick, and sets it there; And though when-e'er we walk it shakes, It will not tum-ble, I de-clare! CAUGHT IN THE FOG. |
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