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The Children's Hour Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day’s occupations, That is known as the Children’s Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is... Poet: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	The Children When the lessons and tasks are all ended, And the school for the day is dismissed, The little ones gather around me, To bid me good night and be kissed: Oh, the little white arms that encircle My neck in their tender embrace! Oh, the smiles... Poet: Charles Monroe Dickinson	Children Children are what the mothers are. No fondest father’s fondest care Can fashion so the infant heart As those creative beams that dart, With all their hopes and fears, upon The cradle of a sleeping son. His startled eyes with wonder see A... Poet: Walter Savage Landor	The Gambols of Children Down the dimpled greensward dancing, Bursts a flaxen-headed bevy,— Bud-lipt boys and girls advancing, Love’s irregular little levy. Rows of liquid eyes in laughter, How they glimmer, how they quiver! Sparkling one another after, ... Poet: George Darley
The Children’s Church From the German by James Freeman Clarke THE BELLS of the churches are ringing,— Papa and mamma have both gone,— And three little children sit singing Together this still Sunday morn. While the bells toll away in the steeple, Though too... Poet: Karl von Gerock	Foreign Children Little Indian, Sioux or Crow, Little frosty Eskimo, Little Turk or Japanee, O! don’t you wish that you were me? You have seen the scarlet trees And the lions over seas; You have eaten ostrich eggs, And turned the turtles off their legs.... Poet: Robert Louis Stevenson	The Three Children Three children sliding on the ice Upon a summer’s day, As it fell out they all fell in, The rest they ran away. Now, had these children been at home, Or sliding on dry ground, Ten thousand pounds to one penny They had not all been... Poet: Anonymous	The Children When the lessons and tasks are all ended, And the school for the day is dismissed, And the little ones gather around me, To bid me good night and be kissed; O the little white arms that encircle My neck in their tender embrace! O the smiles... Poet: Charles M. Dickinson
Wife, Children, and Friends When the black-lettered list to the gods was presented (The list of what Fate for each mortal intends), At the long string of ills a kind goddess relented, And slipped in three blessings,—wife, children, and friends. In vain surly Pluto maintained he was... Poet: William Robert Spencer	“Are the children at home?” Each day, when the glow of sunset Fades in the western sky, And the wee ones, tired of playing, Go tripping lightly by, I steal away from my husband, Asleep in his easy-chair, And watch from the open door-way Their faces fresh and... Poet: Margaret Elizabeth Sangster