Wisconsin Arbor Day Annual (Paperback)


This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 Excerpt: ...This is the country faith, And the best of all.--Norman Gale. THE LITTLE LAND. When at home alone I sit And am very tired of it, I have just to shut my eyes To go sailing through the skies--To go sailing far away To the pleasant land of play; To the fairy land afar Where the little people are; Where the clover-tops are trees, And the rain-pools are the seas And the leaves like little ships Sail about on tiny trips; And above the daisy tree Through the grasses, High o'erhead the bumble bee Hums and passes. In the forest to and fro I can wander, I can go; See the spider and the fly And the ants go marching by Carrying parcels with their feet, Down the green and grassy street. I can in the sorrel sit Where the ladybird alit. I can climb the jointed grass; And on high See the greater swallows pass In the sky And the sun go rolling by; Heeding no such thing as I. Through the forest I can pass Till as in a looking glass, Humming fly and daisy tree And my tiny self I see, Painted very clear and neat On the rain-pool at my feet. Should a leaflet come to land, Drifting near to where I stand, Straight I'll board that tiny boat Round the rain-pool sea to float. Little thoughtful creatures sit On the grassy coasts of it; Little things with lovely eyes See me sailing with surprise. Some are clad in armour green, (These have sure to battle been ) Some are pied with every hue, Black and crimson, gold and blue; Some have wings and swift are gone; But they all look kindly on. When my eyes I once again Open, and see all things plain; High bare walls, a great bare floor: Great big people perched on chairs, Stitching tucks and mending tears, Each a hill that I could climb, And talking nonsense all the time O, dear me, That I could be A sailor on the rain-pool sea, A climber in...

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 Excerpt: ...This is the country faith, And the best of all.--Norman Gale. THE LITTLE LAND. When at home alone I sit And am very tired of it, I have just to shut my eyes To go sailing through the skies--To go sailing far away To the pleasant land of play; To the fairy land afar Where the little people are; Where the clover-tops are trees, And the rain-pools are the seas And the leaves like little ships Sail about on tiny trips; And above the daisy tree Through the grasses, High o'erhead the bumble bee Hums and passes. In the forest to and fro I can wander, I can go; See the spider and the fly And the ants go marching by Carrying parcels with their feet, Down the green and grassy street. I can in the sorrel sit Where the ladybird alit. I can climb the jointed grass; And on high See the greater swallows pass In the sky And the sun go rolling by; Heeding no such thing as I. Through the forest I can pass Till as in a looking glass, Humming fly and daisy tree And my tiny self I see, Painted very clear and neat On the rain-pool at my feet. Should a leaflet come to land, Drifting near to where I stand, Straight I'll board that tiny boat Round the rain-pool sea to float. Little thoughtful creatures sit On the grassy coasts of it; Little things with lovely eyes See me sailing with surprise. Some are clad in armour green, (These have sure to battle been ) Some are pied with every hue, Black and crimson, gold and blue; Some have wings and swift are gone; But they all look kindly on. When my eyes I once again Open, and see all things plain; High bare walls, a great bare floor: Great big people perched on chairs, Stitching tucks and mending tears, Each a hill that I could climb, And talking nonsense all the time O, dear me, That I could be A sailor on the rain-pool sea, A climber in...

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Rarebooksclub.com

Country of origin

United States

Release date

March 2012

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First published

March 2012

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Dimensions

246 x 189 x 1mm (L x W x T)

Format

Paperback - Trade

Pages

24

ISBN-13

978-1-130-11999-2

Barcode

9781130119992

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LSN

1-130-11999-8



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