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Poems Every Child Should Know by  Mary E. Burt

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Poems Every Child Should Know
by Mary E. Burt
An outstanding collection of poems that appeal to both boys and girls, compiled by a teacher who believed in the formative power of learning poetry by heart. 'Children,' she maintains, 'should build for their future and get, while they are children, what only the fresh imagination of the child can assimilate. They should store up an untold wealth of heroic sentiment; they should acquire the habit of carrying a literary quality in their conversation; they should carry a heart full of the fresh and delightful associations and memories connected with poetry hours to brighten mature years. They should develop their memories while they have memories to develop.' The poems are grouped into six sections (The Budding Moment, The Little Child, The Day's at the Morn, Lad and Lassie, On and On, 'Grow Old Along with Me') to make it easier to locate poems that match a child's maturity.  Ages 8-12
391 pages $14.95   

 

 

MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME

[136]

The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home;

'Tis summer, the darkeys are gay;

The corn-top's ripe, and the meadow's in the bloom,

While the birds make music all the day.

The young folks roll on the little cabin floor,

All merry, all happy and bright;

By-'n'-by hard times comes a-knocking at the door:—

Then my old Kentucky home, good-night!


Weep no more, my lady,

O, weep no more to-day!

We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home,

For the old Kentucky home, far away.


They hunt no more for the 'possum and the coon,

On the meadow, the hill, and the shore;

They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon,

On the bench by the old cabin door.

The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart,

With sorrow, where all was delight;

The time has come when the darkeys have to part:—

Then my old Kentucky home, good-night!


The head must bow, and the back will have to bend,

Wherever the darkey may go;

A few more days, and the trouble all will end,

In the field where the sugar-canes grow.

[137]

A few more days for to tote the weary load,—

No matter, 'twill never be light;

A few more days till we totter on the road:—

Then my old Kentucky home, good-night!


Weep no more, my lady,

O, weep no more to-day!

We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home,

For the old Kentucky home, far away.


STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER.





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