'Don't drive me away,
But hear what I say:
Bad men want the gold;
They will steal it to-night,
And you must take flight;
So be quiet and busy and bold.'
'Slip away with me,
And you will see
What a wise little thing am I;
For the road I show
No man can know,
Since it's up in the pathless sky.'
More verses by Louisa May Alcott
- The Lay Of A Golden Goose
- For Myself Alone, I Would Not Be
- Brighter Shone The Golden Shadows
- From The Short Story What The Swallows Did
- From The Short Story Shadow-Children