Books

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Title:     Books
Author: Cotton Noe [More Titles by Noe]

'Tis early morn and on the green
The children are at play;
The sunlight falls in sparkling sheen,
Their hearts are blithe and gay:
A shadow flits across the scene--
The hour has come that sadness brings,
The master rings, the master rings,
'Tis books!

'Tis late at eve, and o'er the green
The weary toilers pass;
The shadows fall, the sky's serene,
And dew is on the grass:
A light breaks in upon the scene--
The hour has come that gladness brings,
The Master rings, the Master rings,
'Tis books!

[The end]
Cotton Noe's poem: Books

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