There! little girl; don't cry!
James Whitcomb Riley
O I will walk with you, my lad, whichever way you fare,
A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze,
I crave, dear Lord,
New Castle, July 4, 1878
Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann;
But yesterday
There was a cherry-tree. Its bloomy snows
Who bides his time, and day by day