A TREASURY OF STORIES, JINGLES AND RHYMES.

AFRICAN CHILD.
(To the tbollpbock.)
ERRY friend and jolly fellow,—

Children of the sun are we;
I am brown and you are yellow,

Yet we always do agree.

 

You and I are never fretting—
Sweet, old, homely Holyhock—

"Bout the freckles we'll be getting,

If we venture out to walk !

You can’t walk—but then you’re growing
Taller every day than I ;—

You can’t walk—yet there’s no knowing
But you'll sometime reach the sky!

Edith M. Thomas.

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