The Little Brown Bat, by Edith Matilda Thomas
Quoth the little brown bat: "I rise with the ow...
Quoth the little brown bat: "I rise with the ow...
He bides at home, and treasures all
That to h...
There lives a voice within me, a guest-angel o...
The summer Night comes brooding down on Earth, ...
When our free land's great captain, Washington...
"Speak! Speak I thou fearful guest
Who, with ...
Morn on the Summer Sea--the breaking light
Is ...
When the glory of sunset fades in the skies
As...
VOICES returning, cradle us, cradling voices:...
All in the Downs the fleet was moored,
The st...
When sunset tints the western skies
With eveni...
There is music in the woodlands
When the birds...
O lark, whose joyous warbling comes
Across th...
'Tis the first rose of summer that ope's to my ...
It is closing hour--I will work no more.
Now t...
Bride of the woodland wide, dainty and undefil...
When Day cometh over the dim mountain tops,
S...
"Do you believe in Santa Claus?"
To his little...
Some people think the Irish mind
Is rough, an...
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at lif...
Pack, clouds, away! And welcome, day!
With ...
'Twas on the shores that round our coast
From ...
Beyond the hills and prairies wide,
Far, far...