Children in a sand-pile dingy street.
Building men had left it there; Little did they think or care Children smal] would find it fair And run with eager feet.
Children in a sand-pile On a golden. day, Glory, how their eager cries Filled the city-clouded skies, As with unrestrained surprise They found that they could play Children in a sand-pile—Life seemed all complete! Never knew they beach, or sea, Mountain, field, or stream, or trey. God be thanked that yet there be Sand-piles in the street!
By Epatunp Leamy.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.