This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 Excerpt: ...It sounds like our old clock's voice, I declare." The children laughingly bade Uncle George "Pleasant dreams," and went upstairs, saying, "Good-night, good-night," to the music of the Pendulum Band. IN TIME'S SWING Father Time, your footsteps go Lightly as the falling snow. In your swing I'm sitting, see! Push me ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 Excerpt: ...It sounds like our old clock's voice, I declare." The children laughingly bade Uncle George "Pleasant dreams," and went upstairs, saying, "Good-night, good-night," to the music of the Pendulum Band. IN TIME'S SWING Father Time, your footsteps go Lightly as the falling snow. In your swing I'm sitting, see! Push me softly; one, two, three, Twelve times only. Like a sheet Spreads the snow beneath my feet: Singing merrily, let me swing Out of winter into spring. Swing me out, and swing me in! Trees are bare, but birds begin Twittering to the peeping leaves On the bough beneath the eaves. Look! one lilac bud I saw! Icy hillsides feel the thaw: April chased off March to-day; Now I catch a glimpse of May. Oh, the smell of sprouting grass! In a blur the violets pass: Whispering from the wildwood, come Mayflowers' breath and insects' hum. Roses carpeting the ground; Orioles warbling all around: Swing me low, and swing me high, To the warm clouds of July! Slower now, for at my side White pond lilies open wide: Underneath the pine's tall spire Cardinal blossoms burn like fire. They are gone; the goldenrod Flashes from the dark green sod. Crickets in the grass I hear; Asters light the fading year. Slower still! October weaves Rainbows of the forest leaves. Gentians fringed, like eyes of blue, Glimmer out of sleety dew. Winds through withered sedges hiss: Meadow green I sadly miss. Qh, 'tis snowing; swing me fast, While December shivers past! Frosty-bearded Father Time, Stop your footfall on the rime! Hard your push, your hand is rough; You have swung me long enough: "Nay, no stopping," say you? Well, Some of your best stories tell, While you swing me--gently, do!--From the Old Year to the New. HOW TO TALK AT A DISTANCE Washington, D.C...
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Good. Ex-library copy with usual markings. Cover and edges shows shelf wear. Pages are clean and intact. Very Clean Copy-Over 500, 000 Internet Orders Filled.