From The Short Story A Christmas Dream, And How It Came True by Louisa May Alcott

""O lion, grand,         Come over the sand,         And help me now, I pray!         Here's a little lass,         Who wants to pass;"

"A little grey curl from my father's head          I find unburned on the hearth,         And give it a place in my diary here,          Wit"

"Two Yankee maids of simple mien,     And earnest, high endeavour,     Come sailing to the land of France,     To escape the winter weather."

"My bonnie flower, with truest joy     Thy welcome face I see,     The world grows brighter to my eyes,     And summer comes with thee.     My"

"I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air— I have a rendez"

"I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When -- with sweet flowers of our New England May Hiding the lichened stones"