text: Mother Goose in Prose
  
  by L. Frank Baum 
  
  Illustrated by Maxfield Parrish 
  
  New York 
  
  MCMI 
  
  Introduction. 
  None of us, whether children or adults, needs an introduction to Mother Goose. Those things which are earliest impressed upon our minds cling to them most tenaciously The snatches sung in the nursery are never forgotten, nor are they ever recalled without bringing back with them myriads of slumbering feelings and half-forgotten images. 
  We hear the sweet, low voice of the mother, singing soft lullabies to her darling, and see the kindly, wrinkled face of the grandmother as she croons the old ditties to quiet our restless spirits. One generation is linked to another by the everlasting spirit of song; the ballads of the nursery follow us from childhood to old age, and they are readily brought from memory's recesses at any time to amuse our children or our grandchildren.
tokens: Mother Goose in Prose by L. Frank Baum Illustrated by Maxfield Parrish New York MCMI Introduction . None of us , whether children or adults , needs an introduction to Mother Goose . Those things which are earliest impressed upon our minds cling to them most tenaciously The snatches sung in the nursery are never forgotten , nor are they ever recalled without bringing back with them myriads of slumbering feelings and half - forgotten images . We hear the sweet , low voice of the mother , singing soft lullabies to her darling , and see the kindly , wrinkled face of the grandmother as she croons the old ditties to quiet our restless spirits . One generation is linked to another by the everlasting spirit of song ; the ballads of the nursery follow us from childhood to old age , and they are readily brought from memory 's recesses at any time to amuse our children or our grandchildren .
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nps.text: Prose
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nps.text: L. Frank Baum
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nps.text: Introduction
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