  Out here papa finds her, Lifts her tenderly, Carries her safe home again,— Never once wakes she. Polly asleep under a tree When the breakfast all is o’er Polly opes her eyes. “Surely, mamma, I did dream,” Says she in surprise, “That I went out to the Park, Where the birdies sing.” Mamma smiles; how can she chide The winsome little thing! AMANDA M. DOUGLAS. A pair of birds |
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