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Here Comes Peter Cottontail Right Down The Bunny Trail.

I Hold An Old-fashioned Notion That A Happy Marriage Is The Crown Of A Woman’s Life.

Once Upon A Time There Were Four Little Rabbits, And Their Names Were--flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, And Peter.

Thank God I Have The Seeing Eye, That Is To Say, As I Lie In Bed I Can Walk Step By Step On The Fells And Rough Land Seeing Every Stone And Flower And Patch Of Bog And Cotton Pass Where My Old Legs Will Never Take Me Again.

I Remember I Used To Half Believe And Wholly Play With Fairies When I Was A Child. What Heaven Can Be More Real Than To Retain The Spirit-world Of Childhood, Tempered And Balanced By Knowledge And Common-sense...