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In the great and busy city where the East and West are met, All the little letters did the English printer set; While you thought of nothing, and were still too young to play, Foreign people thought of you in places far away. IN THE GREAT AMBIG CITY WHERE WHERE THE EAST AND WEST ARE MET ALL THE LITTLE LETTERS DID THE ENGLISH PRINTER SET WELL YOU THOUGHT OF NOTHING YOU'RE STILL TOO YOUNG TO PLAY FOREIGN PEOPLE THOUGHT OF YOU AND PLACES FAR AWAY
re we be young again. To you in distant India, these I send across the seas, Nor count it far across. For which of us forgets The Indian cabinets, The bones of antelope, the wings of albatross, The pied and painted birds and beans, The junks and bangles, beads and screens, The gods and sacred bells, And the loud-humming, twisting shells! The level of the parlour floor Was honest, homely, Scottish shore; But when we climbed upon a chair, Behold the gorgeous East was there! Be this a fable; and behold Me in the parlour as of old, And Minnie just above me set In the quaint Indian cabinet! Smiling and kind, you grace a shelf Too high for me to reach myself. Reach down a hand, my dear, and take These rhymes for old acquaintance' sake! [Illustration] TO MY NAME-CHILD 1 Some day soon this rhyming volume, if you learn with proper speed, Little Louis Sanchez, will be given you to read. Then shall you discover, that your name was printed down By the English printers, long before, in London town.  THE DOAT SHALL BREAK ON HILL AND PLAIN AND PULL STARS AND CANDLES OUT ER WE'LL BE YOUNG AGAIN TO YOU IN DISTANT INDIA THOSE I SEND ACROSS THE SEAS NOR COUNT IT FAR ACROSS FOR WHICH OF US FORGET THE INDIAN CABINS THE BONES OF ANTELOPE BLUING OF ALBATROSS THE PIED AND PAINTED BIRDS AND BEANS THE JUMPS AND BANGLES BEADS AND SCREENS THE GODS AND SACRED BELT AND THE LOUD HUMMING TWISTING SHELLS THE LEVEL OF THE PARLOR FLOOR HONEST HOMELY SCOTT ASHORE BUT ONE WE CLIMBED UPON A CHAIR BEE HOLD THE GORGEOUS EASTERS THERE BE THIS A FABLE AND BEHOLD ME IN THE PARLOR AS THE BOLD AND MINNIE JUST ABOVE ME SET IN THE QUAINT INDIAN CABINET SMILING KIND YOU GRACE A SHELF TOO HIGH FOR ME TO REACH MYSELF REACH DOWN A HAND MY DEAR AND TAKE THOSE WRAP ROOMS FOR OLD ACQUAINTANCE SAKE MY NAME CHILD ONE SOME DAYS SOON THIS RHYMING VOLUME IF YOU LEARNED WITH PROPER SPEED LITTLE LUCID BE GIVEN YOU TO READ THEN SHALL YOU DISCOVER THAT YOUR NAME WAS PRINTED DOWN BY THE ENGLISH PRINTERS LONG BEFORE IN LONDON TOWN
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