“Peter Parley,” by L.H. Martin (from The Congregationalist, 14 October 1897; p. 533)
A lady writes from western New York about her handkerchief, with “The Blackberry Girl” upon it, and says it reminds her of another poem—“The world is round and like a ball”—which she thinks was in an old geography. It certainly was—in dear old Peter Parley’s, under head of “Geographical Rhymes to be repeated by the Pupil”:
The world is round, and like a ball
Seems swinging in the air.
A sky extends around it all,
And stars are shining there.
If necessary, I have no doubt that 1,000 men and women, between sixty and ninety, would stand up and recite in concert all the other verses!