Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
A Childs GraceRosalind Mason
From “Poems of Happiness”
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And a clean green dress,
And my hair
Curled in six—
Three on one side
And three on the other;
And I
Very well washed
All over.
Opposite me is the Baby
With his bib—
Pink
With white elephants on it.
And there is mother
And father;
And we bend our heads
Over our blue plates with oranges.
Our grace is silent—
You can talk that way, you know,
To God,
Though sometimes you have to scream
At Baby—
To make him pay attention
If he is playing, and you want him to come.
After grace is over
I feel quite new
And very clean.