A DREAM by IRENE T. DAGUE

I fain would build a little house
Up at the end of the street,
In sight of waving fields of corn,
Where pavement and meadows meet.

I would not ask for many rooms
Just so they'd sunny be,
With flowers and grasses growing round
And space to plant a tree.

And oh! I'd want a garden,
Where I might hoe and dig
And bring in greens and salsify
And cabbages so big!

And in this little dreamed-of house,
May there be a little den
With books and blocks and dolls about
For children when they come.

And for the grownups always be
Good fare and cheer in store;
Where friends might talk, read, sleep, or walk
And find a welcome there.

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