A Child's Garden of Verses

e,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?

                                          II
                                       A Thought

It is very nice to think
The world is full of meat and drink,
With little children saying grace
In every Christian kind of place.

                                          III
                                    At the Sea-Side

When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me

To dig the sandy shore.

My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up,

Till it could come no more.

                                          IV
                                  Young Night-Thought

All night long and every night,
When my mama puts out the light,
I see the people marching by,
As plain as day before my eye.

Armies and emperor and kings,
All carrying different kinds of things,
And marching in so grand a