William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
A Childs a Plaything for an HourMary Lamb (17641847)
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Its pretty tricks we try
For that or for a longer space—
Then tire, and lay it by.
All seasons could control;
That would have mock’d the sense of pain
Out of a grievèd soul.
Young climber-up of knees,
When I forget thy thousand ways
Then life and all shall cease.