Lydia Maria Francis Child Poems

That little lock of silvery hair
Reminds me of what friendly care!
And gratefully my memory pays
Its tribute to departed days.
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Over the river and through the wood,
To grandfather's house we go;
The horse knows the way
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FEW, in the days of early youth,
Trusted like me in love and truth.
I ’ve learned sad lessons from the years;
But slowly, and with many tears;
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