THE CHILDREN'S POET.
ITo James Whitcomb Riley. I When he went home, who vent the other day, There was an eager scamper of wee feet To welcome liim, and faces small and sweet I'plil'ted, and bright eyes, blue, brown, and gray, Danced with delight as only child-eyes may When joy is overflowing and complete; And he was crowded on some shady seal. Both knees, both arms, tilled in the old-time way. "Tell us a "tor.v!" "Say a rhyme again!" "Oh, 'Little Oiphant Annie,' please, once more!" "No, 'Old John Henry!'" "No, 'The Raggedy Man!' " Was it not so, () best-beloved of men? You cannot answer from the farther shore, itut so, 1 know, your first day home began. - Robert lull met Ward, in "Scrihner's."
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Sun (Christchurch), Volume III, Issue 907, 6 January 1917, Page 6
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123THE CHILDREN'S POET. Sun (Christchurch), Volume III, Issue 907, 6 January 1917, Page 6
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