FIVE CHILDREN AND IT
TO JOHN BLAND
My Lamb, you are so very small,
You have not learned to read at all.
Yet never a printed book withstands
The urgence of your dimpled hands.
So, though this book is for yourself,
Let mother keep it on the shelf
Till you can read. O days that Pass,
That day will come too soon, alas!
1. Beautiful As the Day
2. Golden Guineas
3. Being Wanted