Fish Of The Flood

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Fish of the flood, on the bankèd billow
Thou layest thy head in dreams;Sliding as slides thy shifting pillow,
One with the streams
Of the sea is thy spirit.
Gean-tree, thou spreadest thy foaming flourish
Abroad in the sky so grey;
It not heeding if it thee nourish,
Thou dost obey,
Happy, its moving.
So, God, thy love it not needeth me,
Only thy life, that I blessèd be.
by Emilia Stuart Lorimer

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The Origin of Dolls

It is a safe assertion to make that every girl has at some time or other played with dolls; in fact, it is almost impossible to imagine a girl without a doll. Of course, the older ones have outgrown their dolls, and only keep the old favorites as souvenirs of childish days and pretty playthings, and it is quite likely that they would be puzzled to explain why they call the little image a “doll,” and not, as the French do, a “puppet,” or, with the Italians, a “bambino,” or baby.

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