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The fields were covered over

With colors as she went; Daisy, buttercup, and clover Below her footsteps bent;

Summer shed its shining store;
She was happy as she pressed them

Beneath her little feet;
She plucked them and caressed them;

They were so very sweet,

They had never seemed so sweet before, To Red Riding Hood, the darling,

The flower of fairy lore.

How the heart of childhood dances

Upon a sunny day!
It has its own romances,
And a wide, wide world have they!

A world where Phantasie is king,
Made all of eager dreaming;

When once grown up and tallNow is the time for schemingThen we shall do them all!

Do such pleasant fancies spring For Red Riding Hood, the darling,

The flower of fairy lore?

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She seems like an ideal love,

The poetry of childhood shown,
And yet loved with a real love,
As if she were our own,-

A younger sister for the heart;
Like the woodland pheasant,

Her hair is brown and bright; And her smile is pleasant,

With its rosy light.

Never can the memory part With Red Riding Hood, the darling,

The flower of fairy lore.

Did the painter, dreaming

In a morning hour, Catch the fairy seeming Of this fairy flower?

Winning it with eager eyes
From the old enchanted stories,

Lingering with a long delight
On the unforgotten glories
Of the infant sight?

Giving us a sweet surpise
In Red Riding Hood, the darling,

The flower of fairy lore?

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Too long in the meadow staring,

Where the cowslip bends,
With the buttercups delaying
As with early friends,

Did the little maiden stay.
Sorrowful the tale for us;

We, too, loiter imid life's flowers,
A little while so glorious,
So soon lost in darker hours.

All love lingering on their way,
Like Red Riding Hood, the darling,

The flower of fairy lore.

DICK AND I.

MISS YULOCK.

We're going to a party, my brother Dick and I,
The best, grandest party we ever did try;
And I'm very happy—but Dick is so shy!

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I've got a white ball-dress, and flowers in my hair,
And a scarf, with a brooch too, mamma let me

wear:

Silk stockings and shoes with high heels, I declare!

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