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Show THE LAND OF LITTLE PEOPLE. Far away and yet fo near us. Lies a land where all have been, l'layed beside its running waters, , Danced along its "meadows green. Where the busy world we dwell in. And its. noises only-seem Like, the echo of a tempest, Or the shivdow of a dream; And it grows not old forever. Sweet and voung it is today ' " Tis the land of Little People, ' Whtre the happy children play. And the-things they know and see there, Are so wonderful and grand. . , Things that wiser folks and older i t.'annot know nor understand. In the woods they meet the fairies, ' j Find the giants in their caves, See the palaces of cloudland And the mermaids in the waves. t Know what all the birdie sing of, Hear the secrets of the flowers. For th Land of Little People i Is another world than ours. U:ice 'awa. our.'s; 'tis ours no longer, For when nursery time is o'er. Through the Land of Little People We may wander never more; But we hear their merry voices And we see them at their play. And we seem as young as they. Roaming over shore and meadow. Talking to the birds and flowers For the Land of Little People . Is a fairer world than ours. |
