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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75390 ***
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Songs of the Shining Way.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+                               SONGS OF THE
+                               SHINING WAY
+
+                                    BY
+                                  SARAH
+                                NOBLE-IVES
+
+                                   WITH
+                                 PICTURES
+                                  BY THE
+                                  AUTHOR
+
+                                 NEW YORK
+                              R. H. RUSSELL
+
+                                   1899
+
+                             Copyright, 1899
+                        _By_ ROBERT HOWARD RUSSELL]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: To EDNA CHAFFEE NOBLE.
+
+
+    For her who dared to take the girl
+      Half-formed and careless to her heart,
+    I write these simple childish rhymes,
+      That she may have that early part,
+    The baby that she might not see,
+    The childhood fancies missed in me.
+
+                                    S. N.-I.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: CONTENTS]
+
+
+                                     Page
+
+    ON THE SHINING WAY                  9
+
+    THE BEGINNING                      11
+
+    FIRST STAGE OF THE JOURNEY         13
+
+    AN EARLY START                     15
+
+    THE BUTTERFLY                      17
+
+    THE MOON                           18
+
+    THE MERCHANT SHIP                  19
+
+    BARN-DOOR INN                      20
+
+    BY COACH                           22
+
+    THRO’ FAIRY LAND                   24
+
+    BIRD’S-NEST HOLLOW                 27
+
+    A SORROW                           29
+
+    THE RAINBOW                        31
+
+    HORSE-BACK                         33
+
+    AN OCEAN VOYAGE                    35
+
+    THE DRAGON-FLY                     37
+
+    A HALT FOR PROVENDER               40
+
+    THRO’ THE CORNFIELD                42
+
+    THE HALO                           44
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: ON THE SHINING WAY.]
+
+
+    All through the happy Childhood land
+      They travel the Shining Way,
+    The children fresh from the dawn of life,
+      With never a thought but play.
+
+    There’s never a care ’neath the shining hair
+      Where the sunrise stores its beams;
+    The wind that blows is the wind of morn
+      From the shore of the Sea of Dreams.
+
+    There’s no other way so glad and sweet,
+      And no other sky so blue,
+    And the joy of the road to the children is
+      That nothing but dreams come true.
+
+    There are great dream meadows and purple hills
+      That only the children know;
+    They can tell where the tall dream cities rise,
+      And the sweet dream flowers grow.
+
+    So on they pass by the milestone years,
+      To the land where the grown folks stay,
+    And only once is the journey made
+      On the wonderful Shining Way.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE BEGINNING.]
+
+
+    Here is the beginning of the road;
+      And it’s morning on the hill-top in the sky;
+    And there’s mist across the valley to hide the Shining Way,
+    That’s full of other children and happy hours of play,
+      Where Dorothy will travel by and by.
+
+            The air is full of voices strange and sweet,
+            That crowd around her cradle as it swings.
+    She thinks they’re made of something white that shimmers on the grass,
+    For she doesn’t know a dew-drop from the bobolinks that pass,
+            And she doesn’t know a host of other things.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: FIRST STAGE OF THE JOURNEY.]
+
+
+    Sing ho! for the road that opens down
+    Out of the sleepy old Baby Town.
+    Sing ho! for the joy of the Shining Way,
+    For Dorothy took her first steps to-day.
+
+    Mother has helped her alone to stand,
+    And now she is holding her dimpled hand,
+    And now there’s a start and a tipsy run,
+    And life on the road is well begun.
+
+    There’s a tear in the midst of Mother’s smiles,
+    But Mother will lead her the first few miles.
+    So let her start on her journey gay.
+    Sing ho! for the joy of the Shining Way.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: AN EARLY START.]
+
+
+    The dark had not unwrapped the skies
+    When I awoke, and rubbed my eyes.
+    The world was full of chirping birds,
+    I heard their soft, half-sleepy words.
+    I tiptoed softly on the floor,
+    I slipped the bolt, stole thro’ the door,
+    And lo! a wondrous world of gray
+    And silver mist before me lay.
+
+    The white dews wet my small bare feet,
+    As I ran thro’ the meadows, sweet
+    With clover nodding all about,
+    And sleepy hum-bees creeping out.
+
+    And then a strange thing came to pass;
+    The Sun was sleeping in the grass;
+    He must have wakened when I came,
+    For all at once a rosy flame
+    Peeped at me o’er a little mound,
+    And soon the bright Sun, warm and round
+    Was looking at me, smiling down
+    To see my little slumber-gown.
+
+    O fair the meadow was to see!
+    The blossoms laughed and spoke to me.
+    And drops like pearls in every place
+    Were hanging on the spider’s lace;
+    And little rainbows everywhere
+    Were dancing in the golden air;
+    And bees, and yellow butterflies,
+    And beetles, brown and big and wise,
+    Went buzzing, flying all about,
+    And busy ants ran in and out,
+    And songs were in the deep-blue sky,
+    —I could not see, they flew so high.
+
+    But all about these things I know,
+    Because the daisies whispered low,
+    And told me all they knew—much more
+    Than I had ever dreamed before.
+
+    And broad and white across the day
+    Before me ran the Shining Way.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE BUTTERFLY.]
+
+
+    Butterfly, say, is it true,
+      All that the daisies have told?
+    Are those bright spots on your wings
+      Made out of rainbows and gold?
+    Did you come down on a beam
+      Of light that shot thro’ the blue?
+    Are you a piece of the sun?
+      Butterfly, say, is it true?
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE MOON.]
+
+
+    Swim, white Moon, in the dusky blue,
+      Swim in the still dark sky.
+    Soft are the clouds that cover you;
+      And Jimmy and Alice and I
+    Some time, perhaps, a journey will make
+    Across the sea on your silver wake.
+
+    Swing, white Moon, to the breeze that blows
+      From the Milky Way so bright.
+    Alice told me (and Alice knows),
+      That I may climb up some night,
+    And swing in the cradle you make for me,
+    Higher than even the highest tree.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE MERCHANT SHIP.]
+
+
+    Down by the side of the Shining Way
+        There’s a ship on the raging sea;
+    And she’s bearing a rich and royal load
+        Over the waves to me.
+
+    (There are cherries juicy and red and sweet,)
+        And when she has reached this side
+    The cargo’s mine, and the ship returns
+        To Jimmy across the tide.
+
+    If I blow right hard from my side of the sea
+        She steadily keeps her track;
+    And when she has travelled too far for me,
+    Jimmy will blow her back.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: BARN-DOOR INN.]
+
+
+    We were tired of travel one afternoon,
+      And stopped at the sign of “The Great Barn-Door,”
+    And Jimmy and Alice took rooms in the loft,
+      While I had mine on the second floor.
+
+    Jimmy and Alice went climbing high
+      Over the rafters above my head,
+    And peeped thro’ the swallow-holes out at the sky.
+      —If Mother had seen them, what would she have said?
+
+    But I stayed down in the soft new hay,
+      And the sun crept in thro’ a yellow chink,
+    And a long beam found me out where I lay,
+      And tickled my eyes till it made them blink.
+
+    The dust-motes circled and whirled and danced,
+      And my pillow was soft and warm and deep,
+    And the hay smelled sweet, and it somehow chanced
+      That there in the mow I fell asleep.
+
+    And I dreamed a dream full of swallows’ wings,
+      And elfish motes in the dusty air,
+    And thousands of other wonderful things;
+      Till Jimmy and Alice found me there.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: BY COACH.]
+
+
+    We’re traveling hard and fast to-day,—
+      Jimmy and Alice and me—
+    Bowling along on the Shining Way,
+      With a royal coach and three.
+
+    We laugh at the folk who are passing by,
+      Dragging their weary feet
+    Deep in the dust that our whizzing wheels
+      Have raised in the flying street.
+
+    Fields and forests flit out of sight;
+      And if all goes just as we planned
+    We’ll travel on till we reach the bars
+      At the entrance to Fairy Land.
+
+    And what is the coach on our lordly quest?
+      And where are the foaming three?
+    Why, the coach is the dump-cart, and the rest—
+      Just Jimmy and Alice and me.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THRO’ FAIRYLAND.]
+
+
+    It was dark when we stopped at the Fairy-Land bars,
+    And over our heads there were millions of stars;
+    And I was quite frightened, but Jimmy looked bold,
+    And Alice just shivered—she said it was cold.
+
+    We timidly knocked, and then, just as I feared
+    They would not let us in, lo! the bars disappeared,
+    And the stars dropped right down from the sky, and behold!
+    Each one was a lamp for a fairy to hold.
+
+    And the fairies went dancing like leaves in the wind,
+    And beckoned to us as we crept on behind;
+    And queer little faces, brimful of surprise,
+    Looked out of the darkness with queer little eyes.
+
+    But O the sweet fairies! I never could tell
+    Of the rose-hues we saw in that wonderful dell—
+    The daffodil-yellow, the purple and green,
+    But the sweetest of all was the lily-white Queen.
+
+    They sang of the land of the Sugary Dews,
+    Where children may eat a whole pie, if they choose;
+    A wonderful land, which some day we shall see,
+    If the Shining Way leads us—Jim, Alice and me.
+
+    O we shouted with glee! and then to our surprise
+    The stars drifted back again into the skies,
+    The fairies all vanished, I covered my head,—
+    And when I looked up, we were all three in bed.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: BIRD’S-NEST HOLLOW.]
+
+
+      There is something puzzles me.—
+      In the hollow apple-tree,
+    Where the Shining Way is broadest, there’s a nest;
+      Two fat Robins live in it,
+      In and out I see them flit,
+    And the biggest wears a gorgeous crimson vest.
+
+      We are friends, and so when I
+      Come to look, they do not fly,
+    But they chatter from the branches of the tree;
+      And I run down there to play,
+      When the sun shines, every day,
+    And next year they say they’ll build a nest for me.
+
+      I peeped in one day, and found
+      Five small eggs, all blue and round,
+    And the Robins made me promise not to tell.
+      For (they said that this was so)
+      Jim and Alice must not know.
+    So I promised, and I’ve kept the secret well.
+
+      When to-day I climbed the tree,
+      Those two birds had company;
+    There were five small squirming children in the nest;
+      And the Robins whispered me,
+      ’Twas a case of charity,
+    For the poor wee birdies were not even dressed.
+
+      And those little wriggling things
+      Had big mouths, but wore no wings,
+    And the Robins served refreshments down the row.
+      But the eggs are gone, you see;
+      That’s the thing that puzzles me.
+    Did those small birds eat them up, I’d like to know?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: A SORROW.]
+
+
+    The White Rat died last night.
+      We found him cold and stiff;
+    We wrapped him warm and tight.
+      In my best handkerchief.
+
+    Jimmy marched on before,
+      Bearing the poor dead Rat;
+    Alice deep mourning wore,
+      I had papa’s silk hat.
+
+    Jimmy the sermon preached,
+      Alice and I just cried.
+    That was a noble speech,
+      Worthy the Rat that died.
+
+    We made him a tiny grave.
+      Down in the shadow dim
+    Where the willow hedge-rows wave
+      We solemnly buried him.
+
+    Jimmy and Alice and I
+      Went sadly back to our play.
+    But there’s a cloud in the sky,
+      And a shade on the Shining Way.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE RAINBOW.]
+
+
+    Storm-clouds and thunder and dark rainy weather,
+      Wet streams are flowing all down the Shining Way;
+    Jimmy and Alice and I are here together,
+      Cooped in the nursery and longing for a play.
+
+    Look! there’s a sunbeam, through a sky-crack poking;
+      Quick! get your shoes off, as still as still can be;
+    Slip out the back door, Mother isn’t looking,
+      Steal down the wood-road, before she turns to see.
+
+    Great jolly puddles, round and wet and gleaming—
+      Here’s a still clear one, grassy, cool and sweet;
+    But we love the brown ones, and in we paddle, screaming,
+      Laughing, while the soft mud oozes ’round our feet.
+
+    Trees shake their wet cloaks, and on us falls a shower;
+      We laugh the louder, as down the road we run.
+    See! there’s a cowslip, and here’s a fairies’ bower,
+      All made of violets, nodding to the sun.
+
+    Down in the East, where we still can hear the thunder,
+      Over the cloud bends a misty, shining Bow.
+    Right at the foot of it are hidden many wonders,
+      If we can get there before the colors go.
+
+    Run, hand in hand, then, hair all a-dripping,
+      Bare feet splashing thro’ the puddles as we fly.
+    Soft shines the Rainbow, as toward it we are tripping;
+      The green earth is waving and smiling to the sky.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: HORSE-BACK.]
+
+
+    Jimmy and Alice and I one day,
+      Were filled with a sudden pride;
+    No more would we walk on the Shining Way,
+      ’Twas pleasanter, far, to ride.
+
+    For Billy, the old white horse, was there,
+      He could easily carry three,
+    And on his back we would gaily fare
+      To the shores of the Sunset Sea.
+
+    So up to the orchard fence we tripped,
+      And Billy looked kind and mild,
+    And on to his back we softly slipped,
+      And Billy, he sort of smiled.
+
+    I sat in the middle and clung to Jim,
+      And Alice was out by the tail;
+    And “Get up, Billy!” we said to him,
+      And away we went in a gale.
+
+    But we never got to the Sunset Sea,
+      With its fiery waves aglow,
+    For we didn’t count on the old plum-tree,
+      And Billy, he did, you know.
+
+    Oh, Billy looked kind and mild enough,
+      But a plot in his heart did hide;
+    He knew that the plum-tree bark was rough,
+      And the branches were low and wide.
+
+    So straight for the tree old Billy steered,
+      And vainly we shouted “Whoa!”
+    His mind was fixed, and he never veered
+      From the path where he meant to go.
+
+    Under the tree he firmly trod,
+      (’Twas just high enough for him,)
+    And we went tumbling on the sod.
+      Scraped off by a scraggly limb.
+
+    No more we rode on the Shining Way;
+      We were bruised, and our thoughts were sad;
+    While Billy winked, as he looked our way;
+      And his wink was knowing and bad.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: AN OCEAN VOYAGE.]
+
+
+    There’s an ocean wide we must cross to-day,
+    For it stretches across the Shining Way.
+    A board will make us a famous boat;
+    Hurrah! for the high seas. We’re afloat!
+
+    Alice will pilot across the waves,
+    Jimmy and I are the galley-slaves;
+    We bend to the broomstick instead of the oar,
+    And Alice steers for the further shore.
+
+    Carefully on our course we keep
+    Over the trackless and rolling deep.
+    Under our vessel slowly swim
+    Minnows, tadpoles and monsters grim.
+    (Fishes we know, but have never seen,)
+    And a bull-frog croaks from the rushes green.
+
+    The journey near to an end has grown,
+    When Alice’s rudder strikes a stone.
+    A lurch—a scramble—a sudden scream,
+    And over we go in the wet, wet stream.
+
+    Alice is dripping, and so am I;
+    Water has got into Jimmy’s eye;
+    But land is reached—we are safe, though cold.
+    And we wonder if Mother may chance to scold?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE DRAGON-FLY.]
+
+
+    Where the Shining Way leads on,
+    Thro’ the garden, o’er the lawn,
+    Past the road and down the hill,
+    There’s a place so strange and still,
+    Nothing like the world we see
+    Every morning, you and me.
+    There we found a little pond
+    Edged with rushes, and beyond
+    Grow the marshes, green and high.
+    Wild rice climbing to the sky,
+    Fragrant flag and iris beds
+    Fringed with purple arrow-heads.
+
+    Little moving waves of air
+    Quiver o’er the grasses fair;
+    On the shining water blue
+    Broad round leaves are shining too;
+    Lilies, dreaming in the sun—
+    From the bank I peeped in one,
+    And the petals, wide apart,
+    Showed a sun within its heart.
+    And the rushes tall and free,
+    Like a forest seemed to me,
+    With the rice-trees waving ’round.
+    But the silence! Not a sound!
+    Very still the lilies lay
+    In the golden summer day.
+
+    Sudden, from the wide blue sky,
+    Whirred a monster Dragon-Fly.
+    Proudly, all alone he came,
+    Armor polished to a flame
+    On his body, and his wings,
+    Gauzy, wondrous, shining things,
+    Seemed to catch the water’s blue,
+    And the yellow sunbeams, too.
+    He’s a hermit, and the spot
+    We had found, it seems, was not
+    All our own, for here he lives
+    On the sweet the iris gives,
+    And each day he sallies forth,
+    East and west and south and north,
+    Tilting like a tourney knight,
+    Putting all his foes to flight.
+
+    Never dares a grasshopper
+    Or a cricket there to stir,
+    While the water-bugs at play,
+    When they see him, scud away.
+    And his duty is to keep
+    Sentry, while the lilies sleep.
+    So that every harmful thing,
+    Bats that bite, and gnats that sting,
+    Crawling worm and robber bee
+    From his shining lance must flee.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: A HALT FOR PROVENDER.]
+
+
+    We made our little garden-plots before the spring was passed,
+    And Jimmy, he raised radishes, because they grow so fast;
+    And Alice planted flower-seeds, to beautify the ground,
+    But I chose cabbages—they grow so grand and great and round.
+
+    And Jimmy’s garden flourished—he had a splendid crop,
+    All round and red below the ground, and broad and green on top.
+    One day he pulled and ate them all—with salt they’re very good—
+    Then Jimmy gave up gardening—but that is understood.
+
+    And Alice’s sweet peas and things were beautifully fair,
+    But Tim, the gardener, smiled one day, to see them growing there,
+    But what he said was, “Faix, Miss Alice, thim was rare foine sades,
+    But ye’ve murthered ivery blissed wan, an’ only lift the wades.”
+
+    Well, cabbage-raising does not pay, my garden is a fright.
+    There came a Morning-Glory Vine, and like a thief last night
+    He stole along my pretty rows, and this is what he’s done:
+    He’s twined around my cabbage plants, and pulled them every one,
+    And hung them with their roots to dry, like clothes upon a line—
+    Just spoiled my little garden-plot—that wicked ’Glory Vine.
+
+    And that is why we do not care for gardening to-day;
+    The crops are very poor this year, and kites are better play.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THRO’ THE CORNFIELD.]
+
+
+    There’s a forest thro’ which we went to-day,
+      Waving and green and high,
+    With feathery tassels tall and gay
+      Nodding against the sky;
+    The place of all others for fairy tales,
+      And plays of the years gone by.
+
+    And this is the game we children played—
+      I was an Ogre grim,
+    Alice the Princess that fell asleep
+      Down in the forest dim,
+    And the Prince who wakened her with a kiss
+      When he found her—that was Jim.
+
+    The Prince came riding so proud and bold
+      On a prancing corn-stalk steed,
+    And many a blade was thrust at him,
+      But little did Jimmy heed;
+    And long vines plucked him to hold him back
+      From doing that daring deed.
+
+    The Ogre leaped from its hiding-place,
+      With a menace fierce and grim,
+    And a big green pumpkin kept the door,
+      And scowled and leered at him;
+    But he bravely charged and routed his foes
+      With his trusty “Cherry-Limb.”
+
+    The corn-blades dropped on their bended joints,
+      But vainly for mercy pled,
+    The pumpkin yielded, the Ogre turned
+      With a horrible shriek and fled,
+    The Princess was duly kissed, and so
+      Sweet Alice and Jim were wed.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE HALO.]
+
+
+    There’s a picture of an angel, hanging on our study wall,
+    A lovely angel with white wings, and very grand and tall;
+    Around about her head there is a shining golden ring,
+    And I asked Jimmy why she wore that funny yellow thing;
+    And Jimmy laughed and said to me; “Why, silly, don’t you know?
+    That’s nothing but a saint-hole; all angels have them so.
+    The Shining Way runs through it, straight to her heavenly home,
+    And when she’s tired of the earth, she calls to God to come;
+    He reaches down and pulls her through, before you can count seven,
+    And you can’t see her any more, because she is in Heaven.”
+
+    I don’t quite understand it, the thought is very new;
+    But if I had a saint-hole, I’d go to Heaven too.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75390 ***
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+<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75390 ***</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_1"></a>[1]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp53" id="illus01" style="max-width: 31.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus01.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<h1>Songs of the Shining Way.</h1>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_2"></a>[2]</span></p>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_3"></a>[3]</span></p>
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="illus02" style="max-width: 29.6875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus02.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
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+</div>
+
+<p class="titlepage larger"><span class="smcap">Songs of the<br>
+Shining Way</span></p>
+
+<p class="titlepage">BY<br>
+SARAH<br>
+NOBLE-IVES</p>
+
+<p class="titlepage">WITH<br>
+PICTURES<br>
+BY THE<br>
+AUTHOR</p>
+
+<p class="titlepage">NEW YORK<br>
+R. H. RUSSELL</p>
+
+<p class="center">1899</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_4"></a>[4]</span></p>
+
+<p class="titlepage smaller">Copyright, 1899<br>
+<i>By</i> ROBERT HOWARD RUSSELL</p>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter" id="To_EDNA_CHAFFEE_NOBLE">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_5"></a>[5]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp68" id="illus03" style="max-width: 31.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus03.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak">To EDNA CHAFFEE NOBLE.</h2>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">For her who dared to take the girl</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Half-formed and careless to her heart,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I write these simple childish rhymes,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">That she may have that early part,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The baby that she might not see,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The childhood fancies missed in me.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse right">S. N.-I.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_6"></a>[6]</span></p>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter" id="CONTENTS">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_7"></a>[7]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="illus04" style="max-width: 37.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus04.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak">CONTENTS</h2>
+
+</div>
+
+<table>
+  <tr>
+    <td></td>
+    <td class="tdpg">Page</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td><span class="smcap">On the Shining Way</span></td>
+    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#ON_THE_SHINING_WAY">9</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td><span class="smcap">The Beginning</span></td>
+    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#THE_BEGINNING">11</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td><span class="smcap">First Stage of the Journey</span></td>
+    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#FIRST_STAGE_OF_THE_JOURNEY">13</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td><span class="smcap">An Early Start</span></td>
+    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#AN_EARLY_START">15</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td><span class="smcap">The Butterfly</span></td>
+    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#THE_BUTTERFLY">17</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td><span class="smcap">The Moon</span></td>
+    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#THE_MOON">18</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td><span class="smcap">The Merchant Ship</span></td>
+    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#THE_MERCHANT_SHIP">19</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td><span class="smcap">Barn-Door Inn</span></td>
+    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#BARN-DOOR_INN">20</a><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_8"></a>[8]</span></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td><span class="smcap">By Coach</span></td>
+    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#BY_COACH">22</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td><span class="smcap">Thro’ Fairy Land</span></td>
+    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#THRO_FAIRYLAND">24</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td><span class="smcap">Bird’s-Nest Hollow</span></td>
+    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#BIRDS-NEST_HOLLOW">27</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td><span class="smcap">A Sorrow</span></td>
+    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#A_SORROW">29</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td><span class="smcap">The Rainbow</span></td>
+    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#THE_RAINBOW">31</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td><span class="smcap">Horse-Back</span></td>
+    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#HORSE-BACK">33</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td><span class="smcap">An Ocean Voyage</span></td>
+    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#AN_OCEAN_VOYAGE">35</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td><span class="smcap">The Dragon-Fly</span></td>
+    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#THE_DRAGON-FLY">37</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td><span class="smcap">A Halt for Provender</span></td>
+    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#A_HALT_FOR_PROVENDER">40</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td><span class="smcap">Thro’ the Cornfield</span></td>
+    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#THRO_THE_CORNFIELD">42</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td><span class="smcap">The Halo</span></td>
+    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#THE_HALO">44</a></td>
+  </tr>
+</table>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="illus05" style="max-width: 37.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus05.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter" id="ON_THE_SHINING_WAY">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_9"></a>[9]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp71" id="illus06" style="max-width: 31.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus06.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak">ON THE SHINING WAY.</h2>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">All through the happy Childhood land</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">They travel the Shining Way,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The children fresh from the dawn of life,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">With never a thought but play.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">There’s never a care ’neath the shining hair</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Where the sunrise stores its beams;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The wind that blows is the wind of morn</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">From the shore of the Sea of Dreams.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">There’s no other way so glad and sweet,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And no other sky so blue,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the joy of the road to the children is</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">That nothing but dreams come true.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">There are great dream meadows and purple hills</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">That only the children know;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">They can tell where the tall dream cities rise,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And the sweet dream flowers grow.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_10"></a>[10]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">So on they pass by the milestone years,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">To the land where the grown folks stay,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And only once is the journey made</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">On the wonderful Shining Way.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp51" id="illus07" style="max-width: 17.1875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus07.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter" id="THE_BEGINNING">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_11"></a>[11]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="illus08" style="max-width: 29.6875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus08.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak">THE BEGINNING.</h2>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Here is the beginning of the road;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And it’s morning on the hill-top in the sky;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And there’s mist across the valley to hide the Shining Way,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That’s full of other children and happy hours of play,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Where Dorothy will travel by and by.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_12"></a>[12]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent8">The air is full of voices strange and sweet,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent8">That crowd around her cradle as it swings.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">She thinks they’re made of something white that shimmers on the grass,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For she doesn’t know a dew-drop from the bobolinks that pass,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent8">And she doesn’t know a host of other things.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter" id="FIRST_STAGE_OF_THE_JOURNEY">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_13"></a>[13]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp55" id="illus09" style="max-width: 31.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus09.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak">FIRST STAGE OF THE JOURNEY.</h2>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sing ho! for the road that opens down</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Out of the sleepy old Baby Town.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sing ho! for the joy of the Shining Way,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For Dorothy took her first steps to-day.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Mother has helped her alone to stand,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And now she is holding her dimpled hand,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And now there’s a start and a tipsy run,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And life on the road is well begun.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_14"></a>[14]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">There’s a tear in the midst of Mother’s smiles,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But Mother will lead her the first few miles.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">So let her start on her journey gay.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sing ho! for the joy of the Shining Way.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter" id="AN_EARLY_START">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_15"></a>[15]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp53" id="illus10" style="max-width: 31.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus10.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak">AN EARLY START.</h2>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The dark had not unwrapped the skies</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">When I awoke, and rubbed my eyes.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The world was full of chirping birds,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I heard their soft, half-sleepy words.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I tiptoed softly on the floor,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I slipped the bolt, stole thro’ the door,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And lo! a wondrous world of gray</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And silver mist before me lay.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The white dews wet my small bare feet,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">As I ran thro’ the meadows, sweet</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With clover nodding all about,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And sleepy hum-bees creeping out.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And then a strange thing came to pass;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The Sun was sleeping in the grass;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">He must have wakened when I came,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For all at once a rosy flame</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Peeped at me o’er a little mound,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And soon the bright Sun, warm and round</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_16"></a>[16]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Was looking at me, smiling down</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To see my little slumber-gown.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">O fair the meadow was to see!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The blossoms laughed and spoke to me.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And drops like pearls in every place</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Were hanging on the spider’s lace;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And little rainbows everywhere</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Were dancing in the golden air;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And bees, and yellow butterflies,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And beetles, brown and big and wise,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Went buzzing, flying all about,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And busy ants ran in and out,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And songs were in the deep-blue sky,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">—I could not see, they flew so high.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">But all about these things I know,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Because the daisies whispered low,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And told me all they knew—much more</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Than I had ever dreamed before.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And broad and white across the day</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Before me ran the Shining Way.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp41" id="illus11" style="max-width: 17.1875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus11.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter" id="THE_BUTTERFLY">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_17"></a>[17]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp68" id="illus12" style="max-width: 31.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus12.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak">THE BUTTERFLY.</h2>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Butterfly, say, is it true,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">All that the daisies have told?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Are those bright spots on your wings</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Made out of rainbows and gold?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Did you come down on a beam</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Of light that shot thro’ the blue?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Are you a piece of the sun?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Butterfly, say, is it true?</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter" id="THE_MOON">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_18"></a>[18]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="illus13" style="max-width: 37.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus13.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak">THE MOON.</h2>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Swim, white Moon, in the dusky blue,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Swim in the still dark sky.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Soft are the clouds that cover you;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And Jimmy and Alice and I</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Some time, perhaps, a journey will make</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Across the sea on your silver wake.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Swing, white Moon, to the breeze that blows</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">From the Milky Way so bright.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Alice told me (and Alice knows),</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">That I may climb up some night,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And swing in the cradle you make for me,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Higher than even the highest tree.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="illus14" style="max-width: 37.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus14.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter" id="THE_MERCHANT_SHIP">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_19"></a>[19]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp53" id="illus15" style="max-width: 31.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus15.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak">THE MERCHANT SHIP.</h2>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Down by the side of the Shining Way</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">There’s a ship on the raging sea;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And she’s bearing a rich and royal load</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">Over the waves to me.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">(There are cherries juicy and red and sweet,)</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">And when she has reached this side</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The cargo’s mine, and the ship returns</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">To Jimmy across the tide.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">If I blow right hard from my side of the sea</div>
+    <div class="verse indent4">She steadily keeps her track;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And when she has travelled too far for me,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Jimmy will blow her back.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter" id="BARN-DOOR_INN">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_20"></a>[20]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp53" id="illus16" style="max-width: 31.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus16.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak">BARN-DOOR INN.</h2>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">We were tired of travel one afternoon,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And stopped at the sign of “The Great Barn-Door,”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And Jimmy and Alice took rooms in the loft,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">While I had mine on the second floor.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Jimmy and Alice went climbing high</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Over the rafters above my head,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And peeped thro’ the swallow-holes out at the sky.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">—If Mother had seen them, what would she have said?</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">But I stayed down in the soft new hay,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And the sun crept in thro’ a yellow chink,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And a long beam found me out where I lay,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And tickled my eyes till it made them blink.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_21"></a>[21]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The dust-motes circled and whirled and danced,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And my pillow was soft and warm and deep,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the hay smelled sweet, and it somehow chanced</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">That there in the mow I fell asleep.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And I dreamed a dream full of swallows’ wings,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And elfish motes in the dusty air,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And thousands of other wonderful things;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Till Jimmy and Alice found me there.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="illus17" style="max-width: 25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus17.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter" id="BY_COACH">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_22"></a>[22]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp83" id="illus18" style="max-width: 31.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus18.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak x-ebookmaker-important">BY COACH.</h2>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">We’re traveling hard and fast to-day,—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Jimmy and Alice and me—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Bowling along on the Shining Way,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">With a royal coach and three.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">We laugh at the folk who are passing by,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Dragging their weary feet</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Deep in the dust that our whizzing wheels</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Have raised in the flying street.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_23"></a>[23]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Fields and forests flit out of sight;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And if all goes just as we planned</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">We’ll travel on till we reach the bars</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">At the entrance to Fairy Land.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And what is the coach on our lordly quest?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And where are the foaming three?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Why, the coach is the dump-cart, and the rest—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Just Jimmy and Alice and me.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="illus19" style="max-width: 37.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus19.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter" id="THRO_FAIRYLAND">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_24"></a>[24]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="illus20" style="max-width: 37.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus20.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak">THRO’ FAIRYLAND.</h2>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">It was dark when we stopped at the Fairy-Land bars,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And over our heads there were millions of stars;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And I was quite frightened, but Jimmy looked bold,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And Alice just shivered—she said it was cold.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">We timidly knocked, and then, just as I feared</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">They would not let us in, lo! the bars disappeared,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the stars dropped right down from the sky, and behold!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Each one was a lamp for a fairy to hold.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the fairies went dancing like leaves in the wind,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And beckoned to us as we crept on behind;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And queer little faces, brimful of surprise,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Looked out of the darkness with queer little eyes.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_25"></a>[25]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">But O the sweet fairies! I never could tell</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of the rose-hues we saw in that wonderful dell—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The daffodil-yellow, the purple and green,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But the sweetest of all was the lily-white Queen.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">They sang of the land of the Sugary Dews,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where children may eat a whole pie, if they choose;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A wonderful land, which some day we shall see,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">If the Shining Way leads us—Jim, Alice and me.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">O we shouted with glee! and then to our surprise</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The stars drifted back again into the skies,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The fairies all vanished, I covered my head,—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And when I looked up, we were all three in bed.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp48" id="illus21" style="max-width: 28.125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus21.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_26"></a>[26]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="illus22" style="max-width: 25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus22.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter" id="BIRDS-NEST_HOLLOW">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_27"></a>[27]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp78" id="illus23" style="max-width: 31.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus23.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak">BIRD’S-NEST HOLLOW.</h2>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent2">There is something puzzles me.—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">In the hollow apple-tree,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where the Shining Way is broadest, there’s a nest;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Two fat Robins live in it,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">In and out I see them flit,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the biggest wears a gorgeous crimson vest.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent2">We are friends, and so when I</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Come to look, they do not fly,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But they chatter from the branches of the tree;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And I run down there to play,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">When the sun shines, every day,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And next year they say they’ll build a nest for me.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent2">I peeped in one day, and found</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Five small eggs, all blue and round,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the Robins made me promise not to tell.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">For (they said that this was so)</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Jim and Alice must not know.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">So I promised, and I’ve kept the secret well.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_28"></a>[28]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent2">When to-day I climbed the tree,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Those two birds had company;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">There were five small squirming children in the nest;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And the Robins whispered me,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">’Twas a case of charity,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For the poor wee birdies were not even dressed.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent2">And those little wriggling things</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Had big mouths, but wore no wings,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the Robins served refreshments down the row.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">But the eggs are gone, you see;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">That’s the thing that puzzles me.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Did those small birds eat them up, I’d like to know?</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp80" id="illus24" style="max-width: 25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus24.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter" id="A_SORROW">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_29"></a>[29]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp81" id="illus25" style="max-width: 37.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus25.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak">A SORROW.</h2>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The White Rat died last night.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">We found him cold and stiff;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">We wrapped him warm and tight.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">In my best handkerchief.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Jimmy marched on before,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Bearing the poor dead Rat;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Alice deep mourning wore,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">I had papa’s silk hat.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Jimmy the sermon preached,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Alice and I just cried.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That was a noble speech,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Worthy the Rat that died.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_30"></a>[30]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">We made him a tiny grave.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Down in the shadow dim</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where the willow hedge-rows wave</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">We solemnly buried him.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Jimmy and Alice and I</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Went sadly back to our play.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But there’s a cloud in the sky,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And a shade on the Shining Way.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp51" id="illus26" style="max-width: 17.1875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus26.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter" id="THE_RAINBOW">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_31"></a>[31]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp85" id="illus27" style="max-width: 37.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus27.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak">THE RAINBOW.</h2>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Storm-clouds and thunder and dark rainy weather,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Wet streams are flowing all down the Shining Way;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Jimmy and Alice and I are here together,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Cooped in the nursery and longing for a play.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Look! there’s a sunbeam, through a sky-crack poking;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Quick! get your shoes off, as still as still can be;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Slip out the back door, Mother isn’t looking,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Steal down the wood-road, before she turns to see.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Great jolly puddles, round and wet and gleaming—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Here’s a still clear one, grassy, cool and sweet;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But we love the brown ones, and in we paddle, screaming,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Laughing, while the soft mud oozes ’round our feet.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_32"></a>[32]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Trees shake their wet cloaks, and on us falls a shower;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">We laugh the louder, as down the road we run.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">See! there’s a cowslip, and here’s a fairies’ bower,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">All made of violets, nodding to the sun.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Down in the East, where we still can hear the thunder,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Over the cloud bends a misty, shining Bow.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Right at the foot of it are hidden many wonders,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">If we can get there before the colors go.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Run, hand in hand, then, hair all a-dripping,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Bare feet splashing thro’ the puddles as we fly.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Soft shines the Rainbow, as toward it we are tripping;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">The green earth is waving and smiling to the sky.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp75" id="illus28" style="max-width: 25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus28.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter" id="HORSE-BACK">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_33"></a>[33]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="illus29" style="max-width: 37.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus29.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak">HORSE-BACK.</h2>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Jimmy and Alice and I one day,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Were filled with a sudden pride;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">No more would we walk on the Shining Way,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">’Twas pleasanter, far, to ride.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">For Billy, the old white horse, was there,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">He could easily carry three,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And on his back we would gaily fare</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">To the shores of the Sunset Sea.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">So up to the orchard fence we tripped,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And Billy looked kind and mild,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And on to his back we softly slipped,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And Billy, he sort of smiled.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">I sat in the middle and clung to Jim,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And Alice was out by the tail;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And “Get up, Billy!” we said to him,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And away we went in a gale.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_34"></a>[34]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">But we never got to the Sunset Sea,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">With its fiery waves aglow,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For we didn’t count on the old plum-tree,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And Billy, he did, you know.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, Billy looked kind and mild enough,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">But a plot in his heart did hide;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">He knew that the plum-tree bark was rough,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And the branches were low and wide.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">So straight for the tree old Billy steered,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And vainly we shouted “Whoa!”</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">His mind was fixed, and he never veered</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">From the path where he meant to go.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Under the tree he firmly trod,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">(’Twas just high enough for him,)</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And we went tumbling on the sod.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Scraped off by a scraggly limb.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">No more we rode on the Shining Way;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">We were bruised, and our thoughts were sad;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">While Billy winked, as he looked our way;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And his wink was knowing and bad.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp62" id="illus30" style="max-width: 15.625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus30.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter" id="AN_OCEAN_VOYAGE">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_35"></a>[35]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp94" id="illus31" style="max-width: 37.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus31.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak">AN OCEAN VOYAGE.</h2>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">There’s an ocean wide we must cross to-day,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For it stretches across the Shining Way.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A board will make us a famous boat;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hurrah! for the high seas. We’re afloat!</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Alice will pilot across the waves,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Jimmy and I are the galley-slaves;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">We bend to the broomstick instead of the oar,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And Alice steers for the further shore.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_36"></a>[36]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Carefully on our course we keep</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Over the trackless and rolling deep.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Under our vessel slowly swim</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Minnows, tadpoles and monsters grim.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">(Fishes we know, but have never seen,)</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And a bull-frog croaks from the rushes green.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The journey near to an end has grown,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">When Alice’s rudder strikes a stone.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A lurch—a scramble—a sudden scream,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And over we go in the wet, wet stream.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Alice is dripping, and so am I;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Water has got into Jimmy’s eye;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But land is reached—we are safe, though cold.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And we wonder if Mother may chance to scold?</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="illus32" style="max-width: 31.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus32.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter" id="THE_DRAGON-FLY">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_37"></a>[37]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp52" id="illus33" style="max-width: 25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus33.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak">THE DRAGON-FLY.</h2>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where the Shining Way leads on,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Thro’ the garden, o’er the lawn,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Past the road and down the hill,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">There’s a place so strange and still,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Nothing like the world we see</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Every morning, you and me.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">There we found a little pond</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Edged with rushes, and beyond</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Grow the marshes, green and high.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Wild rice climbing to the sky,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_38"></a>[38]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Fragrant flag and iris beds</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Fringed with purple arrow-heads.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Little moving waves of air</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Quiver o’er the grasses fair;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">On the shining water blue</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Broad round leaves are shining too;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Lilies, dreaming in the sun—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">From the bank I peeped in one,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the petals, wide apart,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Showed a sun within its heart.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the rushes tall and free,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Like a forest seemed to me,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With the rice-trees waving ’round.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But the silence! Not a sound!</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Very still the lilies lay</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In the golden summer day.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sudden, from the wide blue sky,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Whirred a monster Dragon-Fly.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Proudly, all alone he came,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Armor polished to a flame</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">On his body, and his wings,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Gauzy, wondrous, shining things,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Seemed to catch the water’s blue,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the yellow sunbeams, too.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">He’s a hermit, and the spot</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">We had found, it seems, was not</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_39"></a>[39]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">All our own, for here he lives</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">On the sweet the iris gives,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And each day he sallies forth,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">East and west and south and north,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Tilting like a tourney knight,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Putting all his foes to flight.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Never dares a grasshopper</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Or a cricket there to stir,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">While the water-bugs at play,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">When they see him, scud away.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And his duty is to keep</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Sentry, while the lilies sleep.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">So that every harmful thing,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Bats that bite, and gnats that sting,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Crawling worm and robber bee</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">From his shining lance must flee.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="illus34" style="max-width: 25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus34.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter" id="A_HALT_FOR_PROVENDER">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_40"></a>[40]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp60" id="illus35" style="max-width: 31.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus35.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak">A HALT FOR PROVENDER.</h2>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">We made our little garden-plots before the spring was passed,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And Jimmy, he raised radishes, because they grow so fast;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And Alice planted flower-seeds, to beautify the ground,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But I chose cabbages—they grow so grand and great and round.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_41"></a>[41]</span>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And Jimmy’s garden flourished—he had a splendid crop,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">All round and red below the ground, and broad and green on top.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">One day he pulled and ate them all—with salt they’re very good—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Then Jimmy gave up gardening—but that is understood.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And Alice’s sweet peas and things were beautifully fair,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But Tim, the gardener, smiled one day, to see them growing there,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But what he said was, “Faix, Miss Alice, thim was rare foine sades,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But ye’ve murthered ivery blissed wan, an’ only lift the wades.”</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Well, cabbage-raising does not pay, my garden is a fright.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">There came a Morning-Glory Vine, and like a thief last night</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">He stole along my pretty rows, and this is what he’s done:</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">He’s twined around my cabbage plants, and pulled them every one,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And hung them with their roots to dry, like clothes upon a line—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Just spoiled my little garden-plot—that wicked ’Glory Vine.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And that is why we do not care for gardening to-day;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The crops are very poor this year, and kites are better play.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="illus36" style="max-width: 31.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus36.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_42"></a>[42]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp48" id="illus37" style="max-width: 28.125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus37.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="chapter" id="THRO_THE_CORNFIELD">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_43"></a>[43]</span></p>
+<h2 class="nobreak">THRO’ THE CORNFIELD.</h2>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">There’s a forest thro’ which we went to-day,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Waving and green and high,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With feathery tassels tall and gay</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Nodding against the sky;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The place of all others for fairy tales,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And plays of the years gone by.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And this is the game we children played—</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">I was an Ogre grim,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Alice the Princess that fell asleep</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Down in the forest dim,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And the Prince who wakened her with a kiss</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">When he found her—that was Jim.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The Prince came riding so proud and bold</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">On a prancing corn-stalk steed,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And many a blade was thrust at him,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">But little did Jimmy heed;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And long vines plucked him to hold him back</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">From doing that daring deed.</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The Ogre leaped from its hiding-place,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">With a menace fierce and grim,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And a big green pumpkin kept the door,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">And scowled and leered at him;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But he bravely charged and routed his foes</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">With his trusty “Cherry-Limb.”</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The corn-blades dropped on their bended joints,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">But vainly for mercy pled,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The pumpkin yielded, the Ogre turned</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">With a horrible shriek and fled,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The Princess was duly kissed, and so</div>
+    <div class="verse indent2">Sweet Alice and Jim were wed.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="illus38" style="max-width: 25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus38.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter" id="THE_HALO">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_44"></a>[44]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp68" id="illus39" style="max-width: 31.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus39.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak">THE HALO.</h2>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">There’s a picture of an angel, hanging on our study wall,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A lovely angel with white wings, and very grand and tall;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Around about her head there is a shining golden ring,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And I asked Jimmy why she wore that funny yellow thing;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And Jimmy laughed and said to me; “Why, silly, don’t you know?</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That’s nothing but a saint-hole; all angels have them so.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_45"></a>[45]</span>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The Shining Way runs through it, straight to her heavenly home,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And when she’s tired of the earth, she calls to God to come;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">He reaches down and pulls her through, before you can count seven,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And you can’t see her any more, because she is in Heaven.”</div>
+  </div>
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">I don’t quite understand it, the thought is very new;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But if I had a saint-hole, I’d go to Heaven too.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp75" id="illus40" style="max-width: 18.75em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/illus40.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="r-r" style="max-width: 6.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/r-r.jpg" alt="">
+</figure>
+
+<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75390 ***</div>
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