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My Little Girl My little girl is nested Within her tiny bed, With amber ringlets crested Around her dainty head; She lies so calm and stilly, She breathes so soft and low, She calls to mind a lily Half-hidden in the snow. A weary little... Poet: Samuel Minturn Peck	Little Wild Baby Through the fierce fever I nursed him, and then he said I was the woman—I!—that he would wed; He sent a boat with men for his own white priest, And he gave my father horses, and made a feast. I am his wife: if he has forgotten me, I will not live for... Poet: Margaret Thomson Janvier	Whenever a Little Child Is Born Whenever a little child is born, All night a soft wind rocks the corn; One more buttercup wakes to the morn, Somewhere, somewhere. One more rosebud shy will unfold, One more grass-blade push through the mold, One more bird-song the air will... Poet: Agnes Carter Mason	A Little Boy's Vain Regret He was six years old, just six that day, And I saw he had something important to say As he held in his hand a broken toy. He looked in my face for an instant, and then He said, with a sigh, and a downcast eye, “If I could live my life over again, I... Poet: Edith Matilda Thomas
A Million Little Diamonds A million little diamonds Twinkled on the trees; And all the little maidens said: “A jewel, if you please!” But while they held their hands outstretched, To catch the diamonds gay, A million little sunbeams came, And stole them all away.... Poet: Mary Frances Butts	A Little Brother of the Rich To put new shingles on old roofs; To give old women wadded skirts; To treat premonitory coughs With seasonable flannel shirts; To soothe the stings of poverty And keep the jackal from the door,— These are the works that occupy The... Poet: Edward Sanford Martin	A Little Way A little way to walk with you, my own— Only a little way, Then one of us must weep and walk alone Until God’s day. A little way! It is so sweet to live Together, that I know Life would not have one withered rose to give If... Poet: Frank Lebby Stanton	My Little Neighbor My little neighbor’s table ’s set, And slyly he comes down the tree, His feet firm in each tiny fret The bark has fashioned cunningly. He pauses on a favorite knot; Beneath the oak his feast is spread; He asks no friend to share his lot,... Poet: Mary Augusta Mason
The Little Knight in Green What fragrant-footed comer Is stepping o’er my head? Behold, my queen! the Summer! Who deems her warriors dead. Now rise, ye knights of many fights, From out your sleep profound! Make sharp your spears, my gallant peers, And prick... Poet: Katharine Lee Bates	The Little Child A simple-hearted child was He, And He was nothing more; In summer days, like you and me, He played about the door, Or gathered, where the father toiled. The shavings from the floor. Sometimes He lay upon the grass, The same as you... Poet: Albert Bigelow Paine