“Idle Hands Make Sad Hearts.”
You little bee,
Come play with me,
The sunshine’s warm and clear;
You need not fear
The cold severe,
The winter is not near.
My little maid,
I can’t be stayed,
I must not lose to-day.
For time, you see,
Won’t wait for me,
But sweeps the flowers away.
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NURSERY COLORED PICTURE BOOK.
McLOUGHLIN BROS.: NEW YORK. Ca 1870.