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Ida Chamness writings on travel and religion, 1927-1938
1927-09-26 Page 85
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-85- And wherever thou didst stand Fluttering wings and uttering thanks While thou was eating from my hand And all those gentle kisses sweet Which went upon my nose As thou said, "Peet Peet." Oh, thou my little Benny dear Thy cheery little voice I never more shall hear For thy little life is ended Tho thy years were but three Still within my lonely sick room Much pleasure didst thou give to me. By Ina R. Chamness. 'Roseland' Roseland is a little beauty spot Inclosed between the mountain ridges Here is cast my Uncle's lot Among the running creeks and rustic bridges We see little oat fields waving in the breeze Potatoes all in bloom and numerous white barked trees. Thick fine hay is growing all between While picturesque stone fences
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-85- And wherever thou didst stand Fluttering wings and uttering thanks While thou was eating from my hand And all those gentle kisses sweet Which went upon my nose As thou said, "Peet Peet." Oh, thou my little Benny dear Thy cheery little voice I never more shall hear For thy little life is ended Tho thy years were but three Still within my lonely sick room Much pleasure didst thou give to me. By Ina R. Chamness. 'Roseland' Roseland is a little beauty spot Inclosed between the mountain ridges Here is cast my Uncle's lot Among the running creeks and rustic bridges We see little oat fields waving in the breeze Potatoes all in bloom and numerous white barked trees. Thick fine hay is growing all between While picturesque stone fences
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