Half feared his clever child. And now he spoke in banter : " To bed has gone the sun, The hours of toil are ended. And what has Norah done ? " '• To-day, pa, in an essay, I've Freedom's flag unfurled ! I've toured across my atlas, And roamed o'er half...
The brooklet reciter: for temperance societies and bands of hope - Page 4
by Harriet A. Glazebrook - 1883 - 176 pages
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