Foreign Lands (version 2)

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h2><SPAN name="FOREIGN_LANDS" id="FOREIGN_LANDS"></SPAN>FOREIGN LANDS</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i12">Up into the cherry tree<br/></span> <span class="i12">Who should climb but little me?<br/></span> <span class="i12">I held the trunk with both my hands<br/></span> <span class="i12">And looked abroad on foreign lands.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i12">I saw the next door garden lie,<br/></span> <span class="i12">Adorned with flowers, before my eye,<br/></span> <span class="i12">And many pleasant places more<br/></span> <span class="i12">That I had never seen before.<br/></span> <span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</SPAN></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i12">I saw the dimpling river pass<br/></span> <span class="i12">And be the sky's blue looking-glass;<br/></span> <span class="i12">The dusty roads go up and down<br/></span> <span class="i12">With people tramping into town.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i12">If I could find a higher tree<br/></span> <span class="i12">Farther and farther I should see,<br/></span> <span class="i12">To where the grown-up river slips<br/></span> <span class="i12">Into the sea among the ships.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i12">To where the roads on either hand<br/></span> <span class="i12">Lead onward into fairy land,<br/></span> <span class="i12">Where all the children dine at five,<br/></span> <span class="i12">And all the playthings come alive.<br/></span></div> </div> <p>&nbsp;</p> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/image_028.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs="144" alt="Illustration" /></div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />