A WISH

A Wish
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“Be my fairy, mother;
Grant me a wish to-day,—-
Something as well in the sunshine
As when the rain drops play.”

“And if I were a fairy,
With but one wish to spare,
What should I give thee, darling,
To quiet thine earnest prayer?”

“I’d like a little brook, mother,
All for my very own,
To laugh all day among the trees,
And shine on the mossy stone;

To run right under the window,
And sing me fast asleep;
With soft steps, and a tender sound,
Over the grass to creep.

Make it run down the hill, mother,
With leap like a tinkling bell,
So fast I can never catch the leaf
That into its fountain fell.

Make it as wild as a frightened bird,
As crazy as a bee,
With a noise like baby’s funny laugh,—-
That’s the book for me”