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37 And seem precipitate to fall,
38 As if they felt the piercing ball.
39 ‘T will surely rain; I see with sorrow
40 Our jaunt must be put off to-morrow.

— Edward Jenner (Crown Jewels, 1887)

My Grandmother’s House

Built years ago, large, quaint and square,
Things old-fashioned everywhere;
Grandmother’s house—were you ever there?

In quest of a place on a summer’s day,
When they went to build, did they lose their way,
‘Mong daisies and buttercups go astray?

Lose their way, and say to each,
We’ll place it there by the rocky beach,
Just from the waters, out of reach?

And so they built it; large and square,
Cosy corners here and there,
Old-fashioned wonders everywhere.

Unlooked-for nooks on every side,
Queer old places where one might bide,
Grandmother’s house, our childish pride.

Old-fashioned dishes, fit for elves,
Stowed away on closet shelves;
Unmatched platters by themselves.

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