A COMFORTER
Reading edition
Don’t cry, little brother; I know that you fell, But the place isn’t bleeding— It soon will be well. Dry your eyes, little brother; You’re growing so tall And it’s only a baby Who cries at a fall. But hark, little brother, I hear the birds sing! —We’ll play I’m a Duchess, And you are a King! So come, little brother, I’ll make you a crown Of the pretty white daisies That grow on the down.
