There is a love of wild Nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love ever showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties.
There, love, wild, Nature, everybody, ancient, showing, recognized, covered
These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis. They grew their toes and fingers well enough, Their little foreheads bulged with concentration. If they missed out on walking about like people It wasn't for any lack of mother-love.
poems, live, sad, diagnosis, grew, toes, fingers, enough, little