Since it falls unto my lot, That I should rise and you should not, I’ll gently rise, and I’ll softly call, “Good night and joy be with you all.”

Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality.We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility.We passed the school, where children strove At recess, in the ring; We passed the fields […]

by Eugene Field The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket molds in his hands, Time was when the little toy dog was new And the soldier was passing fair, And that was the time when our […]