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Title: Poems of life in the country and by the sea
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Brown, Benjamin Francis, 1845-
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Publisher: Columbus, Ohio : (s.n.)
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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feet that entered In the schoolhouse on the hill. .%#^,^*;i i.«. ^ In the golden summer morning. Photo by VV. L. PondIn Brooklyn, Conn. 85 POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE POPPING THE QUESTION Miss Sallie sat by the window. Waiting for Jimmie to come,Daintily clad in her Sundays, Chewing her spearmint gum,Thinking and thinking and hoping. Hoping tonight he would pop,For Jim had a bad hesitation, When started, twas that made him stop. Mother was near in the kitchen, Daddy reading by dim candle light,Moonlight outside was bewitching. Now surely hed pop it tonight.Soon Jimmie appeared in the gateway, Quick Sallie m2t him at the door,Nice evening, he said with a stutter, Then stopped for he couldnt say more. In the parlor they sat on the sofa. But Jimmie in silence remained,Ill pop it myself, thought Miss Sallie, And then there will be something gained.So laying her head on his shoulder, She gave him a gentle caress,Will you marry me, Jimmie, she uttered. And Jimmie quite faintly said Yes. 86
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POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE IN THE TRUNDLE-BED Three little tots in the trundle-bed,To the land of Nod in their dreams have fled,And often a smile, while you gaze, appearswhich the fairies gave to the little dears. The three little tots in the trundle-bed,Would lie so still till their prayers were said.But after mother had said good-night.And tucked them into the bed-clothes tight, They would tumble and roll till you couldnt tellWhere Tommy began, or which was Nell,And Jimmie, the leader, would shout with gleeWhile his head would bob where his feet should be. And Tommy by poking the sheet up highWould make a white tent in which they could lie;They frolicked and laughed, were a noisy crew,Each tried to do more than the others could do. But tired at last, fathers voice they heard,Children, keep still, soon they hardly stirred.So the three little tots in the trundle-bed.To the land of Nod then quickly fled. 88

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