Louisa May Alcott Poems

Long ago in a poultry yard
One dull November morn,
Beneath a motherly soft wing
A little goose was born.
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Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam
Of golden sunlight shines
On the rippling waves, that brightly flow
Beneath the flowering vines.
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'Beds to the front of them,
Beds to the right of them,
Beds to the left of them,
Nobody blundered.
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Queen of my tub, I merrily sing,
While the white foam raises high,
And sturdily wash, and rinse, and wring,
And fasten the clothes to dry;
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'In China there lived a little man,
His name was Chingery Wangery Chan.'
'His legs were short, his feet were small,
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'He prayeth best who loveth best
All things, both great and small;
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I am the monarch of the Sea,
The ruler of the Queen's Navee,--
When at anchor here I ride,
My bosom swells with pride,
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O flower at my window
Why blossom you so fair,
With your green and purple cup
Upturned to sun and air?
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Brighter shone the golden shadows;
On the cool wind softly came
The low, sweet tones of happy flowers,
Singing little Violet's name.
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O lesson well and wisely taught
Stay with me to the last,
That all my life may better be
For the trial that is past.
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