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    IN MY NURSERY.

    BY
    LAURA E. RICHARDS,


    AUTHOR OF
    "THE JOYOUS STORY OF TOTO," "TOTO'S MERRY WINTER," ETC.

    BOSTON:
    LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY.


    _Copyright, 1890,_
    BY ROBERTS BROTHERS

    _All rights reserved._

    Printers
    S. J. PARKHILL & CO., BOSTON, U.S.A.


    To my Mother,

    JULIA WARD HOWE.

    _Sweet! when first my baby ear
    Curled itself and learned to hear,
    'Twas your silver-singing voice
    Made my baby heart rejoice._

    _Hushed upon your tender breast,
    Soft you sang me to my rest;
    Waking, when I sought my play,
    Still your singing led the way._

    _Cradle songs, more soft and low
    Than the bird croons on the bough;
    Olden ballads, grave and gay,
    Warrior's chant, and lover's lay._

    _So my baby hours went
    In a cadence of content,
    To the music and the rhyme
    Keeping tune and keeping time._

    _So you taught me, too, ere long,
    All our life should be a song,--
    Should a faltering prelude be
    To the heavenly harmony;_

    _And with gracious words and high,
    Bade me look beyond the sky,
    To the Glory throned above,
    To th' eternal Light and Love._

    _