Dedication: Riley Child-Rhymes
By James Whitcomb Riley
With Hale Affection And Abiding Faith These Rhymes And Pictures Are Inscribed To The Children Everywhere
He owns the bird-songs of the hills -
The laughter of the April rills;
And his are all the diamonds set
In Morning's dewy coronet, -
And his the Dusk's first minted stars
That twinkle through the pasture-bars
And litter all the skies at night
With glittering scraps of silver light; -
The rainbow's bar, from rim to rim,
In beaten gold, belongs to him.