Are The Children At Home? (Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Poems)
Each day when the glow of sunset Fades in the western sky, And the wee ones, tired of playing, Go ...
Each day when the glow of sunset Fades in the western sky, And the wee ones, tired of playing, Go ...
Down by the end of the lane it stands, Where the sumac grows in a crimson thatch, Down where the sweet wild ...
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