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Poem – Little Girls Must Not Fret

WHAT is it that makes little Emily cry? Come then, let mamma wipe the tear from her eye: There–lay down your head on my bosom–that’s right, And now tell mamma what’s the matter to-night. What! Emmy is sleepy, and tired … Continue reading

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Poem – Little Girls must not Fret

WHAT is it that makes little Emily cry?  Come then, let mamma wipe the tear from her eye:  There–lay down your head on my bosom–that’s right, And now tell mamma what’s the matter to-night.  What! Emmy is sleepy, and tired … Continue reading

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