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This whistle we made (and how clearly it sounds!) By the side of a field at the end of the grounds. THIS WHISTLE WE MADE AT HOW CLEARLY IT SOUNDS BY THE SIDE OF THE FIELD AT THE EDGE OF THE GRASS
heather blooms. Alas! and as my home I neared, How very big my nurse appeared. How great and cool the rooms! [Illustration] PICTURE-BOOKS IN WINTER Summer fading, winter comes-- Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs, Window robins, winter rooks, And the picture story-books. Water now is turned to stone Nurse and I can walk upon; Still we find the flowing brooks In the picture story-books. All the pretty things put by, Wait upon the children's eye, Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks, In the picture story-books. We may see how all things are, Seas and cities, near and far, And the flying fairies' looks, In the picture story-books. How am I to sing your praise, Happy chimney-corner days, Sitting safe in nursery nooks, Reading picture story-books? [Illustration: PICTURE-BOOKS IN WINTER] [Illustration] MY TREASURES These nuts, that I keep in the back of the nest Where all my lead soldiers are lying at rest, Were gathered in autumn by nursie and me In a wood with a well by the side of the sea.  SECTION NUMBER TEN OF A CHILD'S GARDEN REVERSES BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THIS LIVER BOX RECORDING PUBLIC DOMAIN MY TREASURES THESE NECKS THAT I HEAP IN THE BACK OF THE NEST WHERE ALL MY SOLDIERS ARE LYING AT REST WERE GATHERED IN AUTUMN BY DURSTY AND ME IN A WOOD WITH A WELL BY THE SIDE OF THE SEA
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