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JOHN R. BOLLES.
Entered, according to Act of Copgress, in the year 1857, by JoHN R. BoLLAz
in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Connecticut,
In a coat of shining blue I'm drest,
And I wear a light fawn-colored vest;
I'm graceful, I'm sprightly, AW1 I am neat,
My music is faultless and very sweet.
Soiled and shabby I never appear,
Though I change my dress but once a year;
I sleep every night without being undrest,
And I never lie down but rise up to rest.
I am a portrait painter,
One of the very best;
Whene'er I take a likeness,
It always is confessed.
I do not paint on canvas,
Nor yet on ivory;
But my touches are most exquisite,
As no one will deny.
And now I will declare it,
If I never did before-
Ive taken your own likeness
A dozen times or more.
Here and there, everywhere,
Up and down, light as air,
A glimpse of beauty you may see,.
If you can catch a glimpse of me,
Brilliant as the rainbow hues,
thangeful as the tinted dews.
My food is delicate and light,
The Ap that holds it rich and bright;
And when I choose to taste a bit,
I neither lie, nor stand, nor sit;
And 1 nkver get my fill
But I ruA up a lengthy bill.
I open at all seasons of the year,
Sometimes more full-leafed than a double rose,
And frequently most beauteous I appear
When least of inward fragrance I disclose.
My leaves are mostly of a pearly white,
Bespecked with ebon, ad they oft impart
A mystic influence, when scanned aright,
Of wondrous power upon the mind and heart.
I have no hands, I have no feet,
Yet I travel much in the open street;
Sometimes with a motion easy and slow,
Sometimes like a racer, swift I go;
And I even bear, as I pass along,
The lame and the feeble, and also the strong;
nd though I am tired, and broken down too,
I never get "weary, whatever I do.
l'm very changeable, sometimes mild,
Playful and pleasant, and welcome to all;
Again I am boisterous, and very wild,
And you close up your doors if I happen to call.
I travel by land, and I travel by sea,
Through burning sand and through drifting snow
I carry no baggage, I pay no fee,
I take the air line and on I go.
No man ever saw me, or sees me now,
But every one knows me; and you know well
That I laid my hand upon your brow
But a short time since Now can't you tell ?
No saddle-horse, though valued e'er so high
For timid riders, is so safe as I.
With my four feet and ready back I wait
To bear their burdens, whether small or great.
Without a saddle, they may sit at ease;
Without a bridle, turn me as they please;
Though sometimes fast, I never run away;
I'm never skittish, though perchance I'm gay.
For weeks and months without a taste of food,
I still am handsome, and my strength is good.
I'm ever offered to the welcome guest--
Please tell my name and I will give yon rest.
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I love the dandelions,
And the daises white,
The sweet honeysuckles,
And the buttercups bright;
I love all the pretty flowers,
And the green grass and clover,
And to run about for hours
The whole field over.
I like the yellow butterflies,
And those with spotted wings,
The humming-bird, the robin,
And every bird that sings;
Their flight on the breeze
Is so graceful and airy,
And their music in the trees
Is so sweet and so merry.