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POETRY FOR CHILDREN.

A Book for School and Home Use.

LONDON:
T. WADE, 15, PRINCE'S TERRACE,

CALEDONIAN ROAD;
BINNS AND GOODWIN, 44, FLEET STREET;

AND ALL BOOKSELLERS.

SELECT POETRY FOR CHILDREN.

YOUTH AND AGE.

SATURDAY AFTERNOON.

I LOVE to look on a scene like this,

Of wild and careless play,
And persuade myself that I'm not old,

And my locks are not yet gray ;
For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart, .

And it makes his pulses fly,
To catch the thrill of a happy voice,

And the light of a pleasant eye.

I have walked the world for fourscore years,

And they say that I am old,
And my heart is ripe for the reaper Death,
And

my years are well nigh told.
It is very true, it is very true,

I'm old, and I “bide my time ;”
But my heart will leap at a scene like this,

And I half renew my prime.

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