Dedication: Riley Child-Rhymes

A poem by James Whitcomb Riley

With Hale Affection And Abiding Faith These Rhymes And Pictures Are Inscribed To The Children Everywhere

He owns the bird-songs of the hills -
The laughter of the April rills;
And his are all the diamonds set
In Morning's dewy coronet, -
And his the Dusk's first minted stars
That twinkle through the pasture-bars
And litter all the skies at night
With glittering scraps of silver light; -
The rainbow's bar, from rim to rim,
In beaten gold, belongs to him.

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