| I saw this day sweet flowers grow thick --But not one like the child did pick.
 I heard the packhounds in green park --But no dog like the child heard bark.
 I heard this day bird after bird --But not one like the child has heard.
 A hundred butterflies saw I --But not one like the child saw fly.
 I saw the horses roll in grass --But no horse like the child saw pass.
 My world this day has lovely been --But not like what the child has seen.
 
 This poem is in the public domain.
 
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