"On the Picture of a ‘Child Tired of Play’" by Nathaniel Parker Willis

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Playing? But what hast thou done beside

To tell thy mother at eventide?

What promise of morn is left unbroken?

What kind word to thy playmate spoken?

Whom hast thou pitied & whom forgiven?

How with thy faults has duty striven?

What hast thou learned by field and hill,

By greenwood path & by singing rill?

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"On the Picture of a ‘Child Tired of Play’" by Nathaniel Parker Willis

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