I wonder what sweet water bathes your roots, And if you gain your substance from the earth; Or if you have a treaty with the sun, Or keep some ancient promise with the heavens. This Father's Day poem, ...

Composite authorship; stanzas by Mary Belson Elliott, Ann Taylor, and unidentified others; cf. Rosenbach 543 and 551. Title vignette. Printed on one side of leaf only, the printed pages facing each ...

Often, when I would sit, a dreamy, straight-haired child, A book held gaping on my knee, Watering a sterile romance with my thoughts, You would come bounding to the curb And startle me to life. You ...