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Title: The golden staircase: poems and verses for children
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Chisholm, Louey, comp Spooner, M. Dibdin
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Publisher: New York, G.P. Putnam's Sons London, T.C. and E.C. Jack
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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But all its chief delight was stillOn roses thus itself to fill,And its pure virgin limbs to foldIn whitest sheets of lilies cold:—Had it lived long, it would have beenLilies without,—roses within. ANDREW MABVELL. THE IMPS IN THE HEAVENLY MEADOW To Heavens Meadows, bright with flowers and sun-shine, The little children go,When they have had enough of lifes sad dreaming, And leave the earth below. But as they had not time to learn their lessons Before they went away,There is a school, where all the angel children Must work four hours a day. With golden pencils upon silver tablets, They copy fairy tales,And learn to keep their halos bright and shining, And sing, and play their scales. And twice a week they glide with merry laughter All down the Milky Way,And homeward in the evening wander softly Upon a sunset ray. But Sunday is the day they love and long for; Then all the children goAnd play from morn till night within a meadow Where flowers in thousands grow. , ~— ^ V- T^ -s.. ;
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• —-~ THE GOLDEN STAIRCASE 123 The meadow is not green, but blue and golden,The flowers like dewdrops bright; When it is night, they burn and glow and glisten-Men call them stars of light. Through Heavens gate they all must pass to find it, Where Peter with the keyKeeps watch and warns the little angels kindly How good they all must be. They must not fly about or run too quickly, Nor go too far away,And when upon his golden key he calls them, Then they must all obey. One day it was so very hot in Heaven That good St. Peter slept,And when the little angel children saw it, Away they quickly crept. Ah ! then they ran and flew about with laughter, And fluttered far and wide,So far they wandered that of Heavens Meadow They reached the other side. They came to where the strong, tall, wooden paling Shuts all that place away,Where idle, careless, mischief-loving, naughty, The Imps of Darkness stray. And there the angels stopped, devoutly wishing Some opening there might be,So that they mi

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