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Is the Lily,
An emblem of good.

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Only A boy.

  Only a boy, with his noise and fun,
  The veriest mystery under the sun;
  As brimful of mischief, and wit, and glee,
  As ever human frame can be;
  And as hard to manage, as—­ah!—­ah, me! 
      ’Tis hard to tell,
      Yet we love him well.

Only, a boy, with his fearful tread,
Who cannot be driven, but must be led;
Who troubles the neighbors’ dogs and cats,
And who tears more clothes and spoils more hats,
Loses more tops, and kites, and bats,
      Than would stock a store,
      For a year or more.

Only a boy, who will be a man,
If nature goes on with her first great plan;
If water, or fire, or some fatal snare
Conspire not to rob us of this, our heir. 
Our blessing, our trouble, our rest, our care;
      Our torment, our joy—­
      “Only, a boy.”

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Johnny and the toad.

Johnny. 
I want to go to school,
And he won’t let me pass. 
I think that a toad
Ought to keep to the grass. 
I don’t want to cry,
But I’m afraid I’m going to;
Oh, dear me! 
What am I to do? 
Toad. 
Here’s a dreadful thing! 
A boy in the way;
I don’t know what to do,
I don’t know what to say. 
I can’t see the reason
Such monsters should be loose;
I’m trembling all over,
But that is of no use. 
Johnny. 
I Must go to school,
The bell is going to stop;
That terrible old toad,
If only he would hop. 
Toad. 
I Must cross the path,
I can hear my children croak;
I hope that dreadful boy
Will not give me a poke. 
A hop, and a start, a flutter, and a rush,
Johnny is at school, and the toad in his bush.

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Holds a Moss rose,
Covered with down.

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Stands for Walnuts,
In the woods they are found.

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Is an Orange,
So juicy and sweet.

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A Pine-apple,
Both are good to eat.

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Dolly’s clothes.

I want to make your things look nice,
  Dolly—­because, you see,
To-morrow evening Cousin Jane
  Is coming here to tea.

Your muslin skirt is white and stiff—­
  I’m very glad of that;
But as my little iron’s cold,
  The tucks will not lie flat.

Jane’s doll will come—­she makes its clothes
  Herself, and very neatly;
And when she brings it visiting,
  She dresses it up sweetly.

When I put on your pretty frock,
  Your sash, and sleeve-knots blue,
I really think that you will be
  Quite a smart dolly too.

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