Poem by Christopher Morley

The Cedar Chest

Her mind is like her cedar chest
Wherein in quietness do rest
The wistful dreamings of her heart
In fragrant folds all laid apart.

There, put away in sprigs of rhyme
Until her life's full blossom-time,
Flutter (like tremulous little birds)
Her small and sweet maternal words. 

1. Reading Aloud
2. The Old Swimmer
3. Do You Ever Feel Like God?
4. Mar Quong, Chinese Laundryman
5. To the Little House

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