Eric

CHILDHOOD Ah dear delights, that o'er my soul On memory's wing like shadows fly! Ah flowers that Joy from Eden stole, While Innocence stood laughing by. – COLERIDGE. Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! cried a young boy, as he capered vigorously about, and clapped his hands. Papa and mamma will be home in a week now, and then we shall stay here a little time, and then, and then, I shall go to school.