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Than you so much for your help. I have been googling for hours still unable to get the words - can you tell me what you did to get the info? Please just point me in the right direction
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I just googled "The Chill November day was done" including quotes and it came back with one reference to
http://rs6.loc.gov/cgi-bin/query/r?ammem/ncps: @field(DOCID+@lit(ABR0102-0083- etc. which then led to page 674, the whole poem. And charming it was too.
The poem follows:-
674
A LITTLE GOOSE.
BY ELIZA S. TURNER.
THE chill November day was done,
The working-world home-faring;
The wind came roaring through the streets,
And set the gas-lights flaring.
And hopelessly and aimlessly
The scared old leaves were flying
When, mingled with the soughless wind,
I heard a small voice crying~
And shivering on the corner stood
A child of four or over
No cloak nor hat her small, soft arms
~And wind-blown curls to cover.
Her dimpled face was stained with tears;
Her round blue eyes ran over
She cherished in her wee, cold hand
A bunch of faded clover.
And, one hand round her treasure, while
She slipped in mine the other,
Half-scared, half-confidential, said,
Oh, please, I want my mother.
Tell me your street and number, pet
Dont cry: LII take you to it.
Sobbing she answered, I forget;
The organ made me do it.
He came and played at Millers step;
The monkey took the money;
I followed down the street, because
That monkey was so funny.
Ive walked about a hundred hours
From one street to another
The monkeys gone, Ive spoiled my flowers
Oh, please, I want my mother!
But whats your mothers name, and what
The street? Now think a minute.
My mothers name is Mother Dear;
The streetI cant
I just googled "The Chill November day was done" including quotes and it came back with one reference to
http://rs6.loc.gov/cgi-bin/query/r?ammem/ncps: @field(DOCID+@lit(ABR0102-0083- etc. which then led to page 674, the whole poem. And charming it was too.
The poem follows:-
674
A LITTLE GOOSE.
BY ELIZA S. TURNER.
THE chill November day was done,
The working-world home-faring;
The wind came roaring through the streets,
And set the gas-lights flaring.
And hopelessly and aimlessly
The scared old leaves were flying
When, mingled with the soughless wind,
I heard a small voice crying~
And shivering on the corner stood
A child of four or over
No cloak nor hat her small, soft arms
~And wind-blown curls to cover.
Her dimpled face was stained with tears;
Her round blue eyes ran over
She cherished in her wee, cold hand
A bunch of faded clover.
And, one hand round her treasure, while
She slipped in mine the other,
Half-scared, half-confidential, said,
Oh, please, I want my mother.
Tell me your street and number, pet
Dont cry: LII take you to it.
Sobbing she answered, I forget;
The organ made me do it.
He came and played at Millers step;
The monkey took the money;
I followed down the street, because
That monkey was so funny.
Ive walked about a hundred hours
From one street to another
The monkeys gone, Ive spoiled my flowers
Oh, please, I want my mother!
But whats your mothers name, and what
The street? Now think a minute.
My mothers name is Mother Dear;
The streetI cant
Continued ......
But whats your mothers name, and what
The street? Now think a minute.
My mothers name is Mother Dear;
The streetI cant begin it.
But what is strange about the house,
Or new, not like the others?
I guess you mean my trundle-bed,
Mine and my little brothers.
Oh, dear, I ought to be at home
To help him say his prayers
Hes such a baby, he forgets;
And we are bcth such players;
And theres a barbetween, to keep
From pitching on each other,
For Harry rolls when hes asleep
Oh, dear, I want my mother!
The sky grew stormy, people passed
All muffled, homeward farina
Youll have to spend the night with me,
I said at last, despairing.
I tied a kerchief round her neck,
What ribbons this, my blossom?
Why, dont you know? she smiling said,
And drew it from her bosom.
A card, with number, street, and name ~
My eyes astonished met it
For, said the little one, you see
I might sometime forget it;
A LITTLE GOOSE.THE VANISHERS.
And so I wear a little thing
That tells you all about it
For mother says shes very sure
I would get lost without it.
Have fun GG and I hope it brings back happy memories.
But whats your mothers name, and what
The street? Now think a minute.
My mothers name is Mother Dear;
The streetI cant begin it.
But what is strange about the house,
Or new, not like the others?
I guess you mean my trundle-bed,
Mine and my little brothers.
Oh, dear, I ought to be at home
To help him say his prayers
Hes such a baby, he forgets;
And we are bcth such players;
And theres a barbetween, to keep
From pitching on each other,
For Harry rolls when hes asleep
Oh, dear, I want my mother!
The sky grew stormy, people passed
All muffled, homeward farina
Youll have to spend the night with me,
I said at last, despairing.
I tied a kerchief round her neck,
What ribbons this, my blossom?
Why, dont you know? she smiling said,
And drew it from her bosom.
A card, with number, street, and name ~
My eyes astonished met it
For, said the little one, you see
I might sometime forget it;
A LITTLE GOOSE.THE VANISHERS.
And so I wear a little thing
That tells you all about it
For mother says shes very sure
I would get lost without it.
Have fun GG and I hope it brings back happy memories.
Sorry Granny Grumps,
I missed off the last bit,
http://rs6.loc.gov/cgi-bin/query/r?ammem/ncps: @field(DOCID+@lit(ABR0102-0083-15))::
I missed off the last bit,
http://rs6.loc.gov/cgi-bin/query/r?ammem/ncps: @field(DOCID+@lit(ABR0102-0083-15))::
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