HALF A DOZEN GIRLS
by
ANNA CHAPIN RAY
TO MY PARENTS
I OFFER THESE MEMORIES OF A HAPPY, NAUGHTY CHILDHOOD.
My fairest child, I have no song to give you;
No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray:
Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you
For every day.
"Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;
Do noble things, not dream them, all day long:
And so make life, death, and that vast forever
One grand, sweet song."