JANET
Reading edition
I
I REMEMBER That November When the new November child On this old world woke and smiled.
II
Here’s a woman, Sweet and human, And they call her Janet, now,— I can’t make it out, I vow
III
It only seems One night of dreams; Years they say; how do they plan it? What’s become of Little Janet?
IV
Never mind; She’s good; she’s kind; Age can never bend or win her; There’s a heart of youth within her. Richard Watson Gilder.