Sunday, 10 November 2013

To John Bland

My Lamb, you are so very small,
You have not learned to read at all.
Yet never a printed book withstands
The urgence of your dimpled hands.
So, though this book is for yourself,
Let mother keep it on the shelf
Till you can read. O days that pass,
That day will come too soon, alas!

by Edith Nesbit (Mrs. Hubert Bland) 1902.

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