<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390892" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Good-Children Street</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a dear little home in Good-Children street -<br>My heart turneth fondly to-day<br>Where tinkle of tongues and patter of feet<br>Make sweetest of music at play;<br>Where the sunshine of love illumines each face<br>And warms every heart in that old-fashioned place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For dear little children go romping about<br>With dollies and tin tops and drums,<br>And, my! how they frolic and scamper and shout<br>Till bedtime too speedily comes!<br>Oh, days they are golden and days they are fleet<br>With little folk living in Good-Children street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See, here comes an army with guns painted red,<br>And swords, caps, and plumes of all sorts;<br>The captain rides gaily and proudly ahead<br>On a stick-horse that prances and snorts!<br>Oh, legions of soldiers you're certain to meet -<br>Nice make-believe soldiers - in Good-Children street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yonder Odette wheels her dolly about -<br>Poor dolly! I'm sure she is ill,<br>For one of her blue china eyes has dropped out<br>And her voice is asthmatic'ly shrill.<br>Then, too, I observe she is minus her feet,<br>Which causes much sorrow in Good-Children street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'T is so the dear children go romping about<br>With dollies and banners and drums,<br>And I venture to say they are sadly put out<br>When an end to their jubilee comes:<br>Oh, days they are golden and days they are fleet<br>With little folk living in Good-Children street!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when falleth night over river and town,<br>Those little folk vanish from sight,<br>And an angel all white from the sky cometh down<br>And guardeth the babes through the night,<br>And singeth her lullabies tender and sweet<br>To the dear little people in Good-Children Street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though elsewhere the world be o'erburdened with care,<br>Though poverty fall to my lot,<br>Though toil and vexation be always my share,<br>What care I - they trouble me not!<br>This thought maketh life ever joyous and Sweet:<br>There's a dear little home in Good-Children street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390892" data-title="Good-Children Street de Eugene Field" data-description="There's a dear little home in Good-Children street - My heart turneth fondly to-day Where tinkle of tongues and patter of feet Make sweetest of music at play; Where the sunshine of love illumines each face And warms every heart in that old-fashion..."></div> </div> </div>

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