The Book of Humorous Verse

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leste, Pier

at the solitar

our thoughts ar

y, so lonely

dear maiden; lon

ched you, sitti

ittle shrine

re your thoughts

lying idle o

an idle-like

its own

up her knitting

a knot!-Who

o her knitting?

ueen; she wove her

drops the

sh

there! 'Twas

overs off, a

ide till it wa

e web unravel

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I remem

ers needed shr

old tale. I he

ancestor it

ip across t

s people a

p strange tales,

o above the w

rted seas, u

waves and ti

friendly flood

ther bound nor

g lonely, n

'rous g

:Oft-ti

some playful

of a monstrous

ic fish, as tho

by unsee

en tell

resem

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asked a litt

said a camel;

you became a

d white

at! Warm

d feet abov

te:Oh

nking of! Of

is. Pierre h

usand

who is t

all the secre

such frigid h

's my-He is in

I understand!

at dawn, where fo

nly 'twas a

My God! Wh

at, litt

That-over there-beyo

skylark droppi

v'ring somewhe

lous song

That was

upon he

ed Mother! He

fell-grant it

cross my mot

longest cand

child! Your praye

rk, will guide yo

calling. I mus

! Le bon Dieu