She is so wee,
So wise and dear Her eyes can see,
Her ears can hear,
The flowers that grow Below the snow,
The birds that peep In their eggs asleep,
The songs we sing her No other has heard,
The love we bring her With never a word.
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Harriet Monroe (December 23, 1860 – September 26, 1936) was an American editor, scholar, literary critic, poet, and patron of the arts. She was …
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