I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn Where a little headstone stood; How the flakes were folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the wood. Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, "Father, who makes it snow?
The Natural Speller and Word Book - Sivu 48
tekijä(t) S. Kupfer - 1890 - 166 sivua
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