| Show LITTLE BY mrs I 1 M BLINN ive seen the first robin ot of spring mother mether dear dearl and have heard the brown darling sing soil baid said hear hean it and ani wish and land atwould surely come true bo go I 1 wished such a beautiful thing 1 11 I thought I 1 would like uka to ask so something for you auti but I 1 could rrt ret think what there covia bo be that want while jou y had all ali thes these 1 beautiful things besides youve youre and me mo so I 1 wished for a ladder so long lone that would louid stand stands I 1 one end ayour by dur our own cottage deore door i and bind tha the other go up past tho the moen ani and thoi stars s J till it leaned against heavens whito white floor 6 then id rd to put pat on in my pretty y white dress 7 and and my sash and my darling new ne w shoes and fd rd and find some white roses to take up to god the tho most mosi beautiful one oneal s r could choose 1 and you and dear papa would sit itt at the foot toot I 1 and kiss me and tell me good bye byo then id go up the ladder far out of your sight U J till I 1 came to the door in the sky I 1 i I 1 wonder it god keeps apa tida tiia iiii d dwor door por goc i fastened tight 1 i it but one little craca crack ifould I 1 could see I 1 would woula whisper IT please G god od i 14 this bittl 0 tiari in s ta 1 sheb as tired as sha can b sho she came camo all alone alono frol srol from I 1 the earth t to iho the i sky bicy t 1 1 i for ashes always boen been to see seo I 1 the gardens of heaven with their robins and flowers I 1 please god la Is there roots room there fe sor tor irhie irbie me j and then when an angel had bad opened the door god would say briny the little gittle child hero here but hed it so softly id not be afraid and hed smila just liko like ilko yeu you mother dearl dcarl and hed put his kind arms round your dear little nitle giri girl and id ask him to send down for you and papa and cousin and all that I 1 lovo love oh dear dont you wish atwould como truer truels the tha next spring time when tho tha robins camo came home yome they sang hang over grass and that grew where the root foot ol 01 the tho ladder ladden stood i whose whoa tho the hear heau only dowers bowers 1 and tho the mother had dressed tho the paie pale i stilt still child i 1 vor tor her flight to the summer land I 1 in a fair whito white robe with a broken rosa roea j folded close in her hand and now at the toot ot of the lad iad ladden ladder denthy they sit looking upward with quiet tears I 1 till the flattering robe and tha hand ot of the child at the top appears cleveland Clett 0 herald |
