The Little Daisy Girl and Other Poems
I stopped to watch the world go past,And found a poem upon the grass."Pick me up!" it called to me,In words of prose and poetry.I picked it up and held it fast."At last!" it cried, "At last, at last!A bosom close to hold to me,And share its store of misery."
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