The Beginning by Sarah Noble Ives — Read

Here is the beginning of the road; / And it's morning on the hill-top in the sky; / And there's mist across the valley to hide the Shining Way, / That's full of other children and happy hours of play, / Where Dorothy will travel by and by.

The air is full of voices strange and sweet, / That crowd around her cradle as it swings. / She thinks they're made of something white that shimmers on the grass, / For she doesn't know a dew-drop from the bobolinks that pass, / And she doesn't know a host of other things.