I'll tell you how the
Sun rose -
A Ribbon at a time -
The Steeples swam in
Amethyst -
The news, like Squirrels,
ran -
The Hills untied their
Bonnets - The Bobolinks - begun -
Then I said softly to
myself -
"That must have been the Sun"!
But how he set -
I know not -
There seemed a purple
stile
That little Yellow boys
and girls
Were climbing all the
while -
Till when they reached
the other side -
A Dominie in Gray -
Put gently up the
evening Bars -
And led the flock
away -

About 1862. BPL 3.

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