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FRANCES WYNNE
(-------1893)
A LESSON IN GEOGRAPHY
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WAY from the town, in the safe retreat Of a rare old garden, sunny and sweet, Four little happy children played In and out of the light and shade, Through a long summer's blissful prime, Once on a time.
Between the garden borders neat The gravel-walks stretched warm and wide. The diligent brown-coated bees Were ever astir Among the roses and lavender And the great dark pansies, yellow-eyed, And the faint sweet-peas. But the children on their tireless feet Flitted about in the pleasant heat Like the butterflies, Nor even cared to stray outside Their Paradise.
Round the old garden was a wall; Snapdragons crowded along the ledge, Crimson and tall,
And in every niche and crevice small Tiny mosses uncurled. And though the children would often try, |
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