My
little cousin Fauntleroy,
Came from the city yesterday;
And
early quite this morning ran
Out in the dewy grass to play.
All
country life was new to him,
The jeweled drops he did not know;
And
hastening to the door he said:
“Mama, what makes the grass sweat so?”
June
29, ‘94
Pub.
in the Boston
Daily
Standard Jr.,
April
2, 1895
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