“THE ENTE LAND

HEN at home alone [ sit
And am very tired of it,
I have just to shut my eyes
To go sailing through the skies—
To go sailing far away
To the pleasant Land of Play ;
To the fairy land afar
Where the little people are ;
Where the clover-tops are trees,
And the rain-pools are the seas,
And the leaves like little ships
Sail about on tiny trips;
And above the daisy tree
Through the grasses,
High o’erhead the Bumble Bee
Hums and _ passes.

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