With Hale Affection And Abiding Faith These Rhymes And Pictures Are Inscribed To The Children Everywhere He Owns The Bird-Songs Of The Hills - The Laughter Of The April Rills; And His Are All The Diamonds Set In Morning'S Dewy Coronet, - And His The Dusk'S First Minted Stars That Twinkle Through The Pasture-Bars And Litter All The Skies At Night With Glittering Scraps Of Silver Light; - The Rainbow'S Bar, From Rim To Rim, In Beaten Gold, Belongs To Him.