THE BROWNIES IN MARCH.

Or come with feathers, frills, and style,

To represent some desert isle.

Now while we chance to be so nigh,

A trip into the town we ’Il try.

Through its broad avenues we ‘ll race,

And gain some knowledge of the place;

And ere the night gives place to day,

A visit to the White House pay.”

Another cried:
“The race begin,

And don’t be slow
to count me in;

For I ‘ll be with
you to ascend

The White House steps,
you may depend.”

The city that before them lay

Was, after all, some miles away;

And though the Brownies travel fast,

Full half an hour or more had passed

While they were crossing country there

To reach a leading thoroughfare.

They clambered over walls of stone

With brush and ivy overgrown,

But neither thorns nor poison-vine

Could check their pace, or break their line.

Like soldiers charging some redoubt

When “Death or Victory!” they shout,

The eager Brownies onward ran,

So jumped and looked ahead to scan
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