Lewis Carroll (27 January 1832 – 14 January 1898 / Cheshire)
Poems by Lewis Carroll : 7 / 74
Acrostic
Little maidens, when you look
On this little story-book,
Reading with attentive eye
Its enticing history,
Never think that hours of play
Are your only HOLIDAY,
And that in a HOUSE of joy
Lessons serve but to annoy:
If in any HOUSE you find
Children of a gentle mind,
Each the others pleasing ever--
Each the others vexing never--
Daily work and pastime daily
In their order taking gaily--
Then be very sure that they
Have a life of HOLIDAY.
Lewis Carroll
Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004
Read poems about / on: history, house, work, children, joy, life, child
Poems by Lewis Carroll : 7 / 74
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