By James Whitcomb Riley
_The Child-World–long and long since lost to view–
A Fairy Paradise!–
How always fair it was and fresh and new–
How every affluent hour heaped heart and eyes
With treasures of surprise!
Enchantments tangible: The under-brink
Of dawns that launched the sight
Up seas of gold: The dewdrop on the pink,
With all the green earth in it and blue height
Of heavens infinite:
The liquid, dripping songs of orchard-birds–
The wee bass of the bees,–
With lucent deeps of silence afterwards;
The gay, clandestine whisperings of the breeze
And glad leaves of the trees.
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O Child-World: After this world–just as when
I found you first sufficed
My soulmost need–if I found you again,
With all my childish dream so realised,
I should not be surprised._
My best friend has a daughter that is in the second grade and the school is having a fundraiser this weekend. I made and donated two quilts for the fundraiser, and both quilts are cat themed. The first quilt is a child’s quilt and the second quilt is a doll quilt. It is always fun to work on a quilt for children, the colors are so bright and cheerful, and I enjoyed creating these two quilts. For you fabric aficionados that would like to know, most of the fabric is from the Laurel Burch line.
By Mary Dow Brine
How fair it comes, the wonderful hour
When nature from sleep awakes,
And over the face of the earth at last
A newborn gladness breaks!
The stars grow pale in the shadowy sky,
And over the mountains creep
The mists that are part of the waking world,
And part of the earth’s sweet sleep.
The restless birds in the tree-tops high
Are shaking their wings at last,
And chirp, and twitter their songs of praise,
As the dawn comes on so fast.
But who can tell of the wondrous charm,
When over the distant hills
The day’s bright king in his glory comes
And the earth with radiance fills?
Now scatter, ye mists, from the mountain-side,
And die in the sky’s soft blue;
For the dawn has passed, and the day is here,
With its light and joy so true.