By: Ardis E. Parshall - November 18, 2014 From the Children’s Friend, November 1960 — .. For the sake of search engines: Song of the Pilgrim Mother by Solveig Poulson Russell Hush thee, wee babe, sleep now and rest,With plenty for harvest the Father has blest.The maize ears hang heavy, the nut burrs are full,Red crane-berries wait for our fingers to pull.The wild turkey struts in the late autumn sun,A target for shot of thy father’...
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