Little white feathers, filling the air —
Little white feathers! how came ye there?
We came from the cloud-birds sailing so high;
They’re shaking their white wings up in the sky.
Little white feathers, how swift you go!
Little white feathers, I love you so!
We are swift because we have work to do;
But hold up your face, and we’ll kiss you true.
From Rhymes and Jingles. Copyright, 1874, by Scribner, Armstrong Si Company; 1904, by Charles Scribner s Sons.
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