Mother-Song Child-Song Bdltbd by Charlotte Brewster Jordan

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F a n o n mc x S 'rox x s O N Y By A . C MPA PREFACE.

’ The editor i s in debte d to C ha rles Scribner s Sons for pe rmission to u s e poe ms by Robert Lou is

v s . . Ste en on , Eugene Field, J G Holland and Saxe

Holm . To Harper and Brothers for pe rmission to u se s s ss poem by W . D . Howell , Be ie Chandler and P s —T eka hion wa ke s E . auline John on ; al o for the s m poems by Margaret E . Sang ter, fro Little s Knights and Ladie . To Roberts Brothers for permission to use poems s s by Emily Dickin on, Helen Hunt Jack on and s Loui e Chandler Moulton . To The Century Company for permiss ion to use s s poem by Alice William Brotherton , Harry Still s s i s well Edward , Thoma Wentworth Higg n on and l n s Alice We li gton Rollin .

To The Bowen - Merrill Compan y for permiss ion u se s s l to poem by Jame Whitcomb Ri ey .

To The Outlook Company and to Dodd, Mead a n d Company for permission to u se poem by Paul

Laurence Dunbar. To Copeland and Day for pe rmission to use s poem by Clinton Scollard . v i r a ce P ef .

To Milton Bradley Company for permission to use Pou lsson poem by Emilie .

To The A . D . F . Randolph Company for per

ss s Mrs . P mi ion to u e poem by . M . E aull . a To The W . B . Conkey Comp ny for permission u s s to e poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox . To John Lane for permission to u se poems by le Ga llien n e Richard . To Archibald Consta ble and Company for per ss u se s mi ion to poem by Norman Gale . To The Outlook Company for permission to use poem by Marie Gloden.

' ' ' To L zppzn eatt s Mag a z i n e for permission to use poem by Margaret Gilman George . To Ti e Detr oi t F ree P r ess for permission to se “ u Indian Cradle Song . To Ti e Ov er l a n d M on t/ﬂy for permission to se u Our Little Queen .

’ ’ To Tlee L a dzes Home jou r n a l !where the poem was originally printed) for permission to u se J ’ ” F s s . ore Chri tma , by Eugene Field ’ To M e Yoa tﬁ s Compa n i on for permission to u se s a poem by George Edg r Montgomery, Rowan ’ " s s s P Steven , poem from the Children age, and P also poems by Amelia Burr, Anna M . ratt , Nixon

Waterman, Kate L . Brown , Julie M . Lippmann r and Margaret Vandeg ift . ms s P The poe by Thoma Bailey Aldrich , hoebe

s . Cary, Emma Lazaru , Lucy Larcom, Henry W s ss P s Longfellow, Jame Ru ell Lowell, Harriet re re a ce v i i P f .

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oﬁor h cott Sp d Elizabeth Stoddard , Celia T axter, s A Edith M . Thoma , deline D . T . Whitney. John r G . Whittie , are used by permission of, and by ‘ Miﬂlin arrangement with , Houghton , and Com

s s th e o - pany, publi hers of the work of ab ve named s author . The editor also gratefully acknowledges the kindness and courtesy of authors who have per mitted use s s the of their poem , and who e advice and assistance have been most helpful in the com il n p atio of this book .

List ofPoems and thei rAuthors.

ot er- Son a rr et rescott S oﬁ ord . A M h g , H i P p

Th e Ne w rr v al eor e . a e . A i , G g W C bl

On a i n on mou s. ly Ch ld. 0 0 A y

On a a Sma l a tt as a rr. ly B by l , M hi B

A Old ae c ra e - Son n on mou s . n G li C dl g, A y

a n e red er c oc e r. B by Mi , 0 o 0 F i k L k

Th e a n el n a me s Ru sse owe . Ch g i g , J ll L ll

Th e orn n - or a r a h te owel . M i g Gl y, M i W i L l

Th e rst S n ow - a a mes Ru sse owe . Fi F ll, J ll L ll ‘ s Sm e n a h u oc ra . A Child il , Di M l k C ik

Th e W a th e a S e t a mes h tcom R e . y B by l p , J W i b il y

ra e S on From th e e rma n . C dl g, G

en n a s e t e ss e a n er. My M di g B k , B i Ch dl

t a i n or rec t u en e F e . Nigh f ll D d h , E g i ld

Th e ot er W h o e T oo t . h omas. M h Di d , Edi h M T u a s a ton ra n A L ll by, Willi W l F z. M e on T wo a ee t rs . a r t . B by F , M y F l Ou r tt e u ee n rom Ti e Ov e r l a n d Mon ti / Li l Q , F y .

Th e S ec on oth e r oo e n e . tn e d M h d , Ad li D T. Whi y. e n Hi s ot er a mes tcom R e B i g M h , J Whi b il y. Th e Ro i n m c n son b , E ily Di ki . Th e u rser ose n e o a r N y Elf, J phi P ll d . ’ Th e An el s s er S a mu e ov er g Whi p , l L . Th e a e u er B bi , o e 0 H gh Mill . h n n a u oc ra P ilip, My Ki g, Di h M l k C ik. h o r H I a m or T e tta e to er n a n t or sw t . C g f , Willi W d h

S ome me n e . Ti , Eu ge e Fi ld A S a d ow enr on fe ow h , 0 o o H y W . L g ll .

oth er - Son a mes tcom R e A M g, J Whi b il y .

Th e on e r R c a r l e Ga lli en n e . W d Child, o i h d

ea r n e ss en r . on e ow . W i , H y W L g f ll Son for a a e ea n I n e ow g B b , J g l . ms n t/z r A ref/tors x Li s t of P oe a d ei .

PAG E ’ ’ ’ a mm s Bo . 5. war s . 2 M y Li l y, H Ed d 5

F e a ee e r cox . A ac , Ell Wh l Wil 55

er S on . O . oo e . 6 A S lu mb g, E C k 5

a S ee n on mous . 8 F il in g to l p, A y 5

ou se a r ac er n son . H d , M y Th h Higgi 59

o f God . S a x e o m. 60 T h e L ve o , H l

a S on a et Sto a r . 61 A B by g, Eliz b h dd d

ea r a r i n th e t ou se a n er ou ton . 62 I H d C y Nigh , L i Ch dl M l

u a of th e I ro u o s . a u i n e oh n son . 6 L ll by q i , E P l J 4 ’ o ot er a mes h tcom R e . 6 A B y s M h , J W i b il y s

Th e T wo G r e s a r a re t G ma n eor e . 66 i f , M g il G g ' Th e i re n en r W a swort on e ow . 6 Ch ld , H y d h L gf ll 7

u a G eor e a r on t omer . 6 A L ll by, g Edg M g y 9

e r v e ar a ch e r n son . 0 R p ie , M y Th Higgi 7

u la . G . ol a n . I A L l by, J H l d 7

T h e a on na a r are t . Sa n s ter. 2 M d , M g E g 7

I n a n ra e Son rom Ti e D etr oi t Fr ee P r ess . di C dl g, F 74 ’ s v en S on c h a r l e Ga c a n e . A Child E g , Ri d lli 7s

oma n a n d rt st c e a ms rot erton . 6 W A i , Ali Willi B h 7

I n th e h t a tch e s c e e n ton Ro ns . Nig W , Ali W lli g lli 77 ” Ma n o T h e om n n n mou s . 8 C i g , A y 7

I n e v ta e E a e e e r c ox . 80 i bl , ll Wh l Wil Th e ra e u st n o son 8 : C dl , A i D b . ra e S on Rowa n S tev e n s 8a C dl g , . tt e r S a mu e n tu rn e c 8 My Li l Gi l, l Mi P k. 4

a e a r a re t . S a n s ter . 8 My L ddi , M g E g S

Th e er a m a e . 88 Pip , Willi Bl k u a of a n I n a n t i e S i r W a te r S cott 8 L ll by f Ch f, l . 9 a ter ma s mma a a ru s o M A bili , E L z . g Now I e w n to See Mrs o La M o . R . S . w a n y D l p, H l d . 93 a a n d I n n a c e n B by , A E . Pi k s . 95 S we et a n d Low re or e n n son , Alf d , L d T y . 97

ra e Son . G . o a n . 8 C dl g, J H ll d 9 T h e re n a r u c 100 Child , M y K . B k. An Old a t n u a of th e V r n n on mou s L i L ll by i gi , A y .

n s w t ea v en e a e . roc tor 10 Li k i h H , Ad l id A P . 4

T h e Ne w- a me ra a m Fre e a n m 6 C , Willi l d . T u c ki n- th e a I n u rt s Ma m g B by , C i y . 7 a ter T ri u m h a n Ro e rt Lou i s S te v e n son 10 M p a b . 9 Li st P oems a n d th ei r A u tlzors of .

PA GB W ere You ome rom Geor e a cd on a 1 10 h Did C F ! g M ld . S e e S e e n e o On e a et arrett rown n a s l p , l p , Mi H ly , Eliz b h B B i g . T h a S orc e ress om e n w ort i n n 1 1 e B by , Th a s W t h Higg so . 3 ’ T h e Sa or s e ha r es a c a il Wif , C l M k y.

F rom u rora e a et arre tt rown i n . A L igh, Eliz b h B B g

R oc Me to S e e a et ers . 1 18 k l p , Eliz b h Ak

a ti en ce th ov e eor e n e . n o P Wi L , G g Kli gl

ra e S on s ern on a r es S w n u rn e . C dl g , Alg Ch l i b

a ture e n r a swort on e ow . 32 N , H y W d h L gf ll 4

e st e e n u n t a c son . 1 2 B , H l H J k 5

T h e ow a n d re or e n n son . 1 2 Wid Child, Alf d , L d T y 7

I n a a mmoc t . h omas . 1 28 H k, Edi h M T

n a n ra - S on oma s a e r c . t a A da lu si C dle g, Th B il y Ald i h g

Mrs . . a u 1 a ter o orosa . . 0 M D l , M E P ll 3

T h e ster e s a m ea n owe s . 1 2 My i , Willi D H ll 3

T wo ov e rs e or e ot. 1 L , G g Eli 33 tt e rown a a u a u ren ce u n ar x Li l B B by, P l L D b . 35 h S on ra n S ta n ton x C ild g, F k L . . 37 u rser S on a e t a rter 1 N y g, Eliz b h C . 39 I n th e e a ow ra n e m s ter S erma n 1 1 M d , F k D p h . 4

Mr r m- a er S a mu e n u rn ec 1 ea t . . D M k , l Mi P k 43 H a r e re t T h e tt e On e s e esse . Sa n s ter ‘ Li l Bl d , M g E g . 44 Ma n ames h tc om e T h e a e R . 1 6 R gg dy , J W i b il y 4

a c in th e u l t n on mou s . 1 8 J k P pi , A y 4

- T h e S n ow ou se n ton S c o la r . 1 : H , Cli l d 5

T h e Seren a e r me a u rr. x d , A li B 54

S ee n h rt u r u h ou . 1 6 A l pi g C ild , A h H g Cl gh 5 ' T h e u r e s O n ion n n a . ra tt. r 8 T k y pi , A M P 5

- e I - on t P a n ton S co a r . I Willi W l y, Cli ll d S9 ’ s h ou h t of God a e t a rre tt rown n 1 60 A Child T g , Eliz b h B B i g .

a n e on e e n . os tw c . 16 : Little D d li , H l B B i k

t e Or h a n t n n e a me s tc om R e . 1 6 Li tl p A i , J Whi b il y 3

T h e Bad Bo orma n Ga e . 1 66 y, N l o n na P ra tt m r m se . . A P i , A M g

r t a me n n a . ra tt. x 0 A P et y G , A M P 7

a rewe a r es n s e . 1 : A F ll, Ch l Ki g l y 7

a n ess a r a wson . x 2 H ppi , M y D 7

- T h o a n m te x ress a r a e ott. x e P ppy L d Li i d E p , Edg W d Abb 73

F v e tt e h te ea s a te r e a rne . 1 i Li l W i H d , W l L d 75 s P oems a n d th ei r A utltors Li t of .

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a er t . oma s . 1 6 A Little Qu k , Edi h M Th 7 oe e a r 1 S u ose Ph b C y. 79 pp ,

om e ea v es Ge or e oo e r. 1 81 C e , Littl L , g C p

- r Ma n n ton Sco a r . 1 82 Th e Pop Co n , Cli ll d

ss roc u s L . a r son . 1 8 Fa st Little Mi C , Cl k 3

e ows n on mou s . 1 8 Ou t in th e M ad , A y 5 ra tt 1 s An n a M . P . 87 Fiv e Little Pig , ’ o u rom Tl u P ou t/1 s Com a n i n . 189 Little Bi rd Bl e , F p W h o S a n t a u s W u z Lon g Afore He Kn owed y Cl , om R e 1 0 Ja mes Whitc b il y. 9

m c n son . 1 T h e ee n owe rs E ily Di ki 93 S l pi g Fl ,

t e t Mrs . . . wa r s . 1 G od Make My Li e a Li tl Ligh , B Ed d 95 , f M a er 1 6 h e ea rest r e n F W F b . 9 T N F i d,

ret . Sa n ste r 1 d ren S n ! Ma rga E g . 97 Chil , i g

o rom Ti e Ri v er s i de Ma i n e . 1 Mr. N body, F m 99

r ou ts n on mous . 20 ! Bi d Th gh , A y

T h e ea o a r aret Va n de ri t. D d D ll, M g g f u s Ma s on th e ra ss rt . Cobweb G , C i y ’ n s From Th e You tk s Com a n i on . Little Thi g , p

u i ow a te . rown . P ssy W ll , K L B

Do a t You C a n a r a ret . Sa n ster. All Th , M g E g ” Rou n d ri u e ma n n A T p, J li M . Lipp . Th e Owl a n d th e Puss - C a t dwa r ea r y , E d L .

T h e Stor of ru m e on e a W ee er cox 21 y G bl T , Ell h l Wil . 4 T o om S al W e v e ha n ks ! n o 16 Wh h l Gi T A n ymou s. 2

a - a n eor e oo er 21 8 B by L d , G g C p . n ter ewe s n on mous 220 Wi J l , A y . The S u i rt u n n c e Ma k ed Me a mes tc om e 221 q g U l , J Whi b Ril y. a mmoc u a h a r otte rewster or a n 22 H k L ll by, C l B J d . 3 Th e S a n er e a 23 dpip , C li Tha x ter . 5 Th e Or o es n on mou 22 i l , A y s. 7 ’ ” h e T s or u t tu r . 22 Child W ld , Lillip Lec es 9 Ra ce a r e o en 2 0 A , M i Gl d . 3 Th e a r o a m n a m 2 1 F i y F lk, Willi Alli gh . 3

Someth n New a r a re t . S a n ste r 2 i g , M g E g . 34

I n h e Orc ar Fra n em ster S erman . 2 6 t h d , k D p h 3

Th e a a d of a u n t n e n r S . e h . 2 B ll B by B i g , H y L ig 37

r e re or en n son . 2 8 Little Bi di , Alf d , L d T y 3

u e r mi u n t n ton er. 2 The Bl bi d, E ly H i g Mill 39 Li st o P oems a n d tfzei r A u tfzor r 11111 f .

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T h e S oot n S tar Ed t . oma h i g , i h M Th s .

- Th e S n ow Fla e a r are t . S an s te . k , M g E g r u ttercu s a n d ai si es a r HOW i t B p D , o 0 M y t.

tt e rown a n s . Kra Li l B H d , M H . ut. " o o e e u t e v e P lly, Lillip L e . ’ Th e utterﬂ s oi et x on a te rma B y T l , Ni W n . Ja c rost a n n a . ou d k F , H h F G l . Th e rown rus u c B Th h, L y Larcom, ' Th e u n n est n i n th e or F i Thi g W ld , a mes tcom e J Whi b Ril y. ss a n d ss a u re t a r a re Sa n er. Mi F Mi L g h M g t E . gst tt e te Li l Whi Lily, Georg e Ma cdon a ld

tt e ome- o Li l H B dy,

sa a n d th e r s m e Pou lsson . Li Bi d , E ili

T h e v e tt e ck e n s n on mou s. Fi Li l Chi , A y

- n on mou s S u ppose a Little Cow S lip A y .

a ck rost n on mous. Little J F , A y o er Gra ssho er reen eorge Co p . pp G , G

mou s. Do You Kn ow How Ma n y S ta rs ! An on y o ore h r stma s eme n t C . ore . T h e Night Be f C i , Cl M

rs a o e n . Th e New oon M . Eliz F ll M , o oma n W a m a n t n . Rhymes Abou t a Little W , illi C

th . h omas . r S toc n Edi M T S h oe o ki g, a a rn er U s S ne An n W . Jesu s Bids hi , ’ n on mous l a n t A y . A Sma ll Boy s P i , n on mou s ’ on ess on A y . Frisk s C f i , ” n on mou s. wee t W a A y Some S ma ll S y , mou s Go n on . Where Do All th e Da isies A y Ja n e a y or. W h o Ta u g ht th e Bird ! T l

tcom e . n e Ja mes Whi b Ril y Un cle Sid y,

ou s S tev enson . S ad ow Robe rt L i My h , tt er. oot Bo Joh n G . Whi i Th e Baref y,

n on mou s . - A y ' d o GOOd BOy I oa n , ’ n mou s La nte n t An o y . A Li ttle Girl s ,

’ ’ n e . C r stma s Euge e Fi ld Jes Fore h i , ma n a e . a rad se Nor l Pl a yin g a t P i , G

l r . rown re n n ton Sc o a Th e Little B W , Cli l d

W h tc om R e . I m e u ou s Resol v e Ja mes i b il y An p t ,

Li st ofAuthors and their Poems

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Th e o - a n x ress P ppy L d E p , I ZA B H ren a EL ET A s . oc Me to S ee R k l p,

T n ou As BAru rv A Ln n tc n .

n a us a n ra e S on A d l i C dl g, IN HA t u Au ALL G M . Th e a r ol F i y F k,

A HIAS ARR M TT B . On ly a Ba by Small, W i L LIA M E BLAK . Th e e r Pip ,

' H a n a n B . Bos rwrc x . tt e a n e on Li l D d li , u c a I I S B a or u n n ‘ rosr A W LL AM . oma n a n d rt st W A i ,

' ' Eu zAs e ru BA a a n r r Bn ow u mc .

S e e S e e n e o On e l p, l p, Mi H ly , ’ A Ch ild s Thou ght of G od From Au rora Le igh

' K A ra L . Ba owu . u ss ow P y Will ,

A RY B u c x . M K. Th e re n Child , E I A B n s AM L u .

Th e Sere na de r, x v i i st o A u th ors a n d th ei r P oems L f .

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GRORGR B E . W . CA L Ne w rr v a A A i l, I AN ON W LLIAM C T . R mes ou t a tt e oman hy Ab Li l W , Eu m R ER zAa CA T . u rser S on N y g, u s P ma CARY.

Su ppose . a ssra C HAND LR R B . en n as et My M di g B k , R S ON L . CLA K . as t tt e ss roc u s F Li l Mi C , H ARTHU R H U GH CLOU G . S ee n A l pi g Child ,

. O C oox n . E . S u m er S on A l b g, EOR E OO E R G G C P . ome tt e ea v es C , Li l L ,

a - a n B by L d, I N c x RArx D AH MU Lo C . ’ h s S m e A C ild il , h n P ilip, My Ki g ,

R W SON MA Y DA . a n ess H ppi , I Dr x msou EM LY c . T h e S e e n F owe rs l pi g l , T h e Ro n bi , - s s n Aus rm Do o . T h e ra e C dl , R NC E N B R PAU L LAU E DU A . tt e rown a Li l B B by .

MRS . . DW RDS . B . M E A God a e e a tt e t M k My Lif Li l Ligh ,

x v i i Li st u th rs a n d thei r P o s i of A o em .

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ANN H OU D H A F . G L . ac rost J k F ,

ARY T NA R 1 t 0N M cn n H GG . ou se H d , ri v Rep e e , H Hi GGl NS ON THOMAS WENTW ORT . T a S orceress h e B by , AN D J . G . HOLL . ra e Son C dl g, u a A L ll by. H S A x s ou r. of od The Lov e G , M RS R S . OW ND . . . H LA Now I La Me own to S ee y D l p , W I LLl AM Hown LLs DEAN .

Th e Myste ri es, A RY w rrT M Ho . uttercu s a n d a s es B p D i i ,

RAN I NGRLow J . S on For a a e g B b ,

ACKS ON H . H . J .

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. U I NE OHNSON E PA L J . u a of th e I ro u o s L ll by q i , NA TT R B RRW T R D N C RLO S R JOR A . Ha mmoc k Lu lla by

H R ES KmGS LRY C A L . a rewe l A F l ,

GRORGR K L1NG LR .

a t e n ce w t ove P i i h L , Li st o A u th ors a n d thei r P oems ! I ! f .

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U CY RCOM L LA . Th own rus e Br Th h, A LAzARUS EMM . a ter ma s M A bili ,

EDW ARD LRAR.

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W ALT RR LRARN RD.

F v e t e ead s i Li tle Whit H , H LR RI C ARD GALLI B NNB . Th e on er W d Child, ’ s v en son A Child E g, RN H RY S . La ma . u t n Th e Ba ll ad of Ba by B n i g, ” I R LI LL PUT LRCT U RS . ’ Th e Child s World ” LrLe UT Le n s . o P lly, a n I ANN J v M . L PPM . ou n r A R d T ip, RED ERIC OC ER F K L K . a n e B by Mi , N N FEL W H E RY W ADs RTR LO G LO .

S ad ow A h , h e re n T Child , ea r n ess W i , OV S AM UEL L RR. ' Th e n e s s er A g l Whi p ,

MARm Wa rm LOW RLL. T e orn n or h M i g Gl y, A MES RussRLL Lowa LL J . Th e a n e n Ch g li g,

Th e rst S n ow - a Fi F ll, ist o u th n th ems L f A ors a d ei r P o .

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EORGE AC DONALD G M . tt e h te Li l W i Lily, Wh e re Did You Come From ! H R ES MAC IcAY C A L . ’ T h e Sa or s e il Wif , U R I S C T MAY . o w e s on th e Grass C b b , u c n th T ki g e Ba by I n , I I E R EM LY H . M LL . T he u e r Bl bi d , U H E R H G M I LL . T h e a e B bi , E EN OORE CL M T C . M . T h e h t e ore r stma s Nig B f Ch i , G EOR E D R ON O E R G E GA M TG M Y. u a A L ll by, OU I S E H ND ER O N L C A L M U LTO . I e a r a C r i n th e t H d y Nigh ,

MRS U . M . E . PA LL . a te r o orosa M D l , I RN B C K SAM U EL M NTU P .

Mr re a m - a er . D M k , tt e r My Li l Gi l, NN PIC R ENS A A E . . a a n d I B by , NE O L RD JOS E PHI P L A . T h e u rse r N y Elf , I I E POU LS S ON EM L . sa a n d th e r s Li Bi d , NN R A A M . P ATT. rom se A P i , re tt a me A P y G , v e tt e s Fi Li l Pig , ’ T h e u r e s O n on T k y pi i ,

DE AI D E . ROC OR A L A P T . i n s t e a v e n L k wi h H , Li st o u th rs n d th ei r oe s f A o a P m .

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oth e r- S on A M g, ’ Bo s oth e r A y M . Th e W a th e a S e t y B by l p , e n His ot h e r B i g M , T h e Ra e Ma n g g dy , ttl e Or h a n t n n e Li p A i , Lon g Afore He Kn owed W h o l a u s W u z C ,

Th e S u rt- G un n c e a a Me q i U l M k d , n c e S n e U l id y , A n I m etu ou s Reso v e p l , T h e Fu n n est h n i n th e or i T i g W ld , “ " HE VER I DE AG Az I N E From T R I S M . Mr o o . N b dy, N RO I ALI C E WE LLIN GTO LL N S . I n th e t a tc es Nigh W h ,

RE . S N GS ER MARGA T E A T . S ometh n Ne w i g ,

Th e S n ow - a e Fl k , ss Fre t a n d ss a u Mi Mi L gh , re n S n Child , i g l DO h a t Y ou C a n All T , T h e tt e On es He essed Li l Bl , a e My L ddi , Th e a on n a M d , I NT ON SC O RD CL LLA . ’ i e I - on t- a W lli W Pl y,

o - e T he S n w Hous ,

Th e Po - orn Ma n p C , T h e tt e rown ren Li l B W ,

S I R WALT E R SC OT T . u la of a n I n a n t e L l by f Chi f , x x u Li st o A a th rs r P oe s f a a n d th ei m .

PAG E FR N E S E R HE R N A K D MP T S MA . I n th e ea ow M d , I n th e Orc h a r d , RRI E RES C OT T S OFFORD HA T P P .

o h r- on A M t e S g , R N S N ON F A K L . TA T . h Son C ild g , ROW N T VEN A S E s . ra e Son C dl g , B I N RO E RT LOU S S TEVEN S O . a r T r M te i u mph a n s , S h a ow My d , I Z B E H S ODD RD EL A T T A . a Son A B by g , ERN N H R ES W I N B U RN ALG O C A L S E. ra e S on s C dl g ,

N E OR JA TAYL . W h o Ta u ght th e Bird ! C E I H ! ER L A T A T . T h e Sa n er dpip ,

DI H . HO AS E T M T M . Th Sh oot n Sta r e i g , Sh oe or S toc n ki g , itt e u a er A L l Q k , Th e ot er W h o e T oo M h Di d , I n a a mmoc H k,

FRED ORD ENN S ON . AL , L T Y T h e W ow a n d id Child , tt e r e Li l Bi di ,

S wee t a n d Low,

R AND I FT MARGA ET V EGR . Th e ea o D d D ll, i st A u th ors a n d th ei r P oems x x i i L of . i

PA GE

N N A RNE A A W R. esu s s U s S n e J Bid hi , NI x ON AT ER N W MA . ’ T h e Bu tterﬂ s o e t y T il ,

D ELI NE . HI N E A D . T W T Y. Th e S ec on ot r oo d M he h d, O HN REEN E F W HI I ER J G L A TT . Th e a re oot Bo B f y , E HEE ER W I Lcox LLA W L . Th e S tor of ru m e on e y G bl T , ac e A F , I n ev ta e i bl , I I ORDS OR H W LL AM W W T . Th e otta e r to He r I n fa n t C g , NON O A YM US . Th e F v e tt e c e n s i Li l Chi k ,

Su os a tt C ow - Sl pp e Li le ip, tt e a c ros Li l J k F t, Do You n o How a n Sta rs K w M y , ’ Sma o s a n t A ll B y Pl i , ’ r s s C on ess on F i k f i , Some Sma Swee t W a ll y, Wh e re Do All th e Da isi es Go

Goo - Bo - a n d y L d , ’ tt e G r s a men t A Li l i l L , ir h ou ts B d T g h , T o W h om S h a ll W e Giv e Tha n ks ! n te r ew e s Wi J l , Th e Or o es i l , ac i n th e u t J k P lpi , a n to S ee F lli g l p , ” Th e om n Ma n C i g , On ly a Ch ild

An Old a e c ra l e - S on G li C d g, An Old a t n u a of th e V r n L i L ll by i g i , ' Ou t In th e ea d ows M ,

M THE O R SONG.

- A MOTHER SONG.

SOFT sleeps the earth in moonlight blest ; Soft sleeps the bough above the nest ; ’ O er lonely depths the whippoorwill s is s Breathe one faint note and all till .

Sleep, little darling ; night is long s s Sleep while I ing thy cradle ong . About thy dream the drooping ﬂower s s Blow her weet breath from hour to hour, s s s And while the great moon pread her wing , s s While low, while far, the dear earth wing . a Sleep, little d rling ; all night long s s s s s The wind hall ing thy lumber ong.

Powers of the earth and of the air

in - Shall have thee their mother care, s s s And ho t of heaven , together re t, l s s Bend over thee, their a t, their be t .

Hush, little darling ; from the deep n S a s Some mighty wi g h ll fan thy leep . ARRI ET R H P ESC OTT S rorroRD . 3 THE NEW ARRIVAL .

THERE ca me to port last Sun day night s The queere t little craft, W ithout an inch of riggi ng on ;

I looked and looked and laughed .

It seemed so curious that she ss Should cro the Unknown water, s And moor her elf right in my room, 0 My daughter, my daughter !

has s s She no manife t but thi , ’ ﬂa s No g ﬂoat o er the water, ’ s s s She too new for the Briti h Lloyd , 0 ! My daughter, my daughter

s s ! Ring out, wild bell , and tamed one too ' Ring out the lover s moon Ring in the little worsted socks ! Ring in the bib and spoon !

Rin g out th e muse ring in the nurs e Ring in the milk a n d water

Away with paper, pen , and ink, M 0 ! y daughter, my daughter

R E W B E. GEO G . CA L ONLY A C HILD .

T I S only a child the people said

A s they passed the house of our baby dead . i saw A ch ld they , and nothing more ,

From the ribbon white upon th e door. Only a child

T is only a child I heard aloud ’ As s the hear e went threading thro the crowd , i And no one thought to wa t a prayer,

For only a child was passing there . Only a child

’ T was s only a child , the curiou read On the marble shaft above his head : A little child of the briefest year s r Among the dead lie bu ied here . On ly a child

’ T was only a child ! But more to me s Than all thi world again can be . Our future hope and present joy ’ s r s — God dea e t gift that angel boy. Only a child M oth er on S g .

’ T was only a child Y es that was a ll

A little child so tiny and small . ’ 0 s see And yet, Chri t , thro him I l The way and ife that leads to Thee . Only a child

NONYMOUS A .

M th r on o e S g .

s Only a baby mall , Never at rest s Small, but how dear to u , s God knoweth be t .

M ATTHI AS BARR. - AN OLD GAELIC CRADLE SONG .

S ! the s HU H wave are rolling in ,

White with foam , white with foam Father toils amid the din ;

But baby sleeps at home .

s s s Hu h the wind roar hoar e and deep, ! On they come, on they come s s s Brother eek the lazy heep, s s But baby leep at home .

’ us ! i s s s H h the ra n weep o er the knowe , m Where they roa , where they roam Sister goes to seek the cows ; s s But baby leep at home .

NON MOU S A Y . BABY MINE .

Y BAB mine , with the grave, grave face,

Where did you get that royal calm , s s Too taid for joy, too till for grace !

a s ss s I bend I ki your pink, oft palm . s Are you the ﬁr t of a nobler race, Baby mine

You come from the region of long ago, And gaz ing awhile where the seraphs dwell

Has given your face a glory and glow. Of that brighter land have you aught to tell ! I seem to have known it ; I more would know

Baby mine .

- off Your calm , blue eyes have a far reach . Look at me n ow with those wondrous eyes Why are we doomed to the gift of speech While you are silent and sweet and wi se !

You have much to learn you have more to teach,

Baby mine .

REDERI ER F C K LOC K . THE CHANGELING.

e I HAD a little daught r,

And she was given to me, To lead me gently onward ’ s ee To the Heavenly Father kn ,

That I by the force of Nature , Might in some dim wis e divine The depth of His inﬁnite patience

To this wayward soul of mine.

s sa w I know not how other her, she w s But to me a wholly fair, And the light of the heaven she came from Still lingered and gleamed in her hair ; was as v an d For it wa y golden, as s And many change took ,

As the shadows of sun - gilt ripples bed On the yellow of the brook .

To what can I liken her smi ling ! Upon me, her kneeling lover s e l s How it leaped from her lip to her ye id , o And dimpled her wholly ver,

1 1 s d s s m le s Till her out tretched han i d al o, And I almost seemed to see The very heart of her mother Sending su n through her veins to me !

She had been with us scarce a twelvemonth, s And it hardly eemed a day, When a troop of wandering a ngels Stole my little daughter away ; Or perhaps those heavenly Zincali s s s But loo ed the hampering tring ,

a - And when they opened her c ge door, s My little bird u ed her wings .

But they left in her stead a Changeling,

A little angel child, s s s That eem like her bud in full blos om, And smiles as sh e never smiled see When I wake in the morning, I it sh e s s Where alway u ed to lie, And I feel a s weak as a violet ’ Alone neath the awful sky

As weak , yet as trustful also ; For the whole year long I see All the wonders of faithful Nature Still worked for the lOve of me ; s s Wind wander, and dew drip earthward, s s s se s Rain fall , un ri and et, s Earth whirl , and all but to prosper

A poor little violet. M other - on 1 S g . 3

s is s s Thi child not mine as the ﬁr t wa , s s I cannot ing it to re t, I can not lift it up fatherly And bless it upon my breas t ’ l s m s Yet it ie in y little one cradle, ’ s s s And it in my little one chair, ’ s s And the light of the heaven he gone to, T r ﬁ i a ns gures ts golden hai r. JAM ES RUSS ELL LOWELL - THE MORNING GLORY .

’ W E wreathed about our darling s head

The morning- glory bright ;

Her little face looked out beneath ,

So full of life and light, s s So lit a s with a clear unri e, sa That we could only y,

is - r She the morning glo y true ,

And her poor types are they .

So always from that happy time We called her by that name ; s And very fitting did it eem , s as For ure morning came, Behind her cradle bars sh e smiled s To catch the fir t faint ray, s s s As from the trelli mile the flower, s And open to the day .

But not so beautiful they rear r s Their ai y cup of blue, As s s turned her weet eye to the light , ’ Brimmed with sleep s tender dew ;

16 M oth er on S g .

t s Oh , Ear h in vain our aching eye Stretch over thy green plain s ws ross a ir Too har h thy de , too g thine , Her spirit to sustai n But up in groves of Paradise Full s urely we shall see

Our morning- glory beautiful

’ w n n s T i e rou d our dear Lord knee .

RI A W HI E Low MA T - A . OW - THE FIRST SN FALL .

s THE now had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping ﬁeld and highway s n n d With a ile ce deep a white .

Every pin e and ﬁr an d hemlock e rm a l Wor e ine too dear for an e r ,

And the poores t twig on the elm- tree

W as ridged inch deep with pea rl.

From sheds new - roofed with Carrara ’ Ca me Chanticleer s mufll ed crow ; ’ T he stifi ra ils were softened to S wan s - down s s And till fluttered down the now .

I stood an d watched by the wi ndow The noiseless work of the Sky

s d rr s s - i And the udden u ie of now b rds, i s L ke brown leave whirling by.

I th ought of a mound in sweet Auburn s s o Where a little head tone to d , How s l the ﬂake were folding it gent y, As s s did robin the babe in the wood . 17 I Mother on 8 S g .

s o r Up poke u own little Mabel, s sn w ! Saying , Father, who make it o

An d I told of the good All- father s u s Who care for here below.

A ai - g n I looked at the snow fall, And thought of the leaden sky ’ a s s That rched o er our ﬁr t great orrow, as so When that mound w heaped high.

I remember the gradual patience s That fell from that cloud like now, k a a Fla e by ﬂ ke, he ling and hiding

s a - woe The c r of our deep plunged .

n s A d again to the child I whi pered , s husheth The now that all ,

Darling, the merciful Father Alone can make it fall

s h aw ss Then , with eye t at s not, I ki ed her ; she ss n ot w And , ki ing back, could kno ss wa s s s That my ki given to her i ter, s Folded close under deepening now .

L J AMES RUSS ELL Low EL . C ’ A HILD S SMILE .

’ I S s —n A CH LD mile, othing more ; s s Quiet, and oft, and grave and eldom seen ; ’ s Like ummer lightning o er, t s Leaving the lit le face again erene .

h - I t ink, boy well beloved,

Thine angel, who did grieve to see how far Thy childhood is removed s s t From port that dear to o her children are,

On this pa le cheek has thrown ss his The brightne of countenance, and made A beauty like his own see That, while we it, we are half afraid ,

m s And arvel, will it tay !

Or, long ere manhood, will that angel fair, s sa d Departing ome day,

Steal th e child - s mile and lea ve the shadow care !

As is Nay, fear not . it given ’ s Unto thi child the father watching o er , His angel up in heaven ’ s s Behold our Father face forevermore , I 9 20 Moth er - on S g . And he will help him bear H a s his s him n o is burden, father help w ; So may he come to wear ’ h - s s That appy child mile on an old man brow.

I NAH U L K RAI D M OC C K. P THE WAY THE BABY SLE T.

AND this is the way the baby slept A mist of tresse s backward thrown By quavering sighs where kisses crept With yearnings she had nev erknown ; The little hands were closely kept About a lily newly blown God was And with her. And we wept s is s And thi the way the baby lept.

S HIT C O B I EY JAM E W M R L . ” Fr om h R y mes of Ch i ld h ood .

T HE O EN - ERRI L O N B W M L C MPA Y . CRADLE SONG.

SLEEP, baby, sleep ! ' Thy father s watching the sheep ! ’ s s Thy mother haking the dreamland tree, w s And do n drop a little dream for thee .

Sleep, baby, sleep !

s ! Sleep, baby, leep a s a s s The l rge t r are the heep , s are s ss The little tars the lamb , I gue , s s s The bright moon i the hepherdes . s ! Sleep, baby, leep

S ! Sleep, baby, leep s And cry not like a heep,

- Else the sheep dog will bark and whine,

An d bite this naughty child of mine. s Sleep baby, leep ,

s ! Sleep, baby, leep Thy Saviour loves His sheep He is the Lamb of God on high Who for our sakes came down to a s ! Sleep, b by, leep

MY MENDING BASKET.

IT is made of the stoutest of willow ; It is deep and ca pacious and wide ; Yet the Gulf Stream that ﬂows through its borders

Seems a lways to stand at ﬂood - tide !

And the garments lie heaped on each other I look at them often a n d sigh Shall I ever be able to grapple With a pile that h a s grown two feet high

’ s - s s s There a top layer, alway , of tocking These arrive a n d depart every day ;

And the things that are playing button - button s Al o leave without any delay .

s But oh, underneath there are trata ’ Buried deep as the earth s eocene ! s ut rs Thing p there the ﬁ t of the autumn, s r Still there when the tree have grown g een .

There are things to be ripped and made over ; There are things that gave out in their prime — There are intricate tasks all awaiting

One magical hour of spare time . 24 Moth er on S g .

Will it come ! Shall I ever possess it !

I s tart with fresh hope every day .

Like a will - o- the - wisp it a llures me

- o- - s s Like a will the wi p fade away.

h For the bas ket as never been empty, its During all of burdened career, n s But for once , for a few ﬂeeting mome t , s s ! When the baby up et it, la t year

BESS I E CHAN DI l

’ F m Ha r B z a r r o f er s a .

o r t 18 AR ER AND ROTHERS C py igh , 94, by H P B . NIGHTFALL IN DORDRECHT.

THE mill goes toiling slowly around s s With teady and olemn creak, a s s And my little one he r in the kindly ound ,

s The voice of the old mill peak . While round and round those big white wings s Grimly and gho tlike creep, My little one hears that the old mill sings S Sleep, little tulip, leep

s r l s The sa il are ee ed and the net are drawn, his And, over pot of beer, ’ s s s The ﬁ her, again t the morrow dawn, Lustily maketh cheer He mocks at the winds that caper along

From the far- off clamorous deep — Bu t we we love their lullaby song s Of Sleep, little tulip , leep

Old dog Fritz in slumber s ound Groans of the stony mart ’ - To morrow how proudly he ll trot you round,

Hitched to our new milk - cart !

And you shall help me blanket the kine And fold the gentle s heep

And se t the herring a - soak in brine s ! But now, little tulip, leep

A Drea m - One comes to button the eyes

That wearily droop and blink , While the old mill buffets the frown in g skies And scolds at the stars that wink Over your face the misty wings

- s Of that beautiful Dream One weep, And rocking your cradle s he softly sings s Sleep, little tulip , leep U ENE I E D E G F L .

T m a Fr om W i th r u f et n d Dr u m .

’ o r t 1 8 H R ES SC RI BNER S SONS . C py igh , 97, by C A L THE MOTHER WHO DIED TOO .

HE as so — S w little little in her grave , The wide earth all around so hard and cold She was so little ! therefore did I crave s s My arm might till her tender form enfold . a s so l s o She w ittle, and her cry weak When sh e among the heavenly children came — She wa s so little I alone might speak

For her who knew no word nor her own name.

DIT H HO AS . E M . T M

O T W BABY FEET .

Y so ONL two baby feet, pink and fair ; s So mall I hold them both within my hand , ss And bending low I ki them tenderly, With thoughts which none but mothers under s tand . I note each line of dainty baby grace Which those dear feet unconsciously possess Dear dimpled feet !how long or short a way ss ! You have to journey, who can tell or gue

s Dear little feet, that lie yet all un tained sin deﬁled By contact with a world by ,

My mother- heart prays God most fervently

s s ss h . That He will guide tho e re tle feet, my c ild ’ a sk And bending o er thy peaceful couch , I Unanswered questions of thy future days ; I long to know if these dear feet will tread w s Up ard or down , through rough or plea ant s way .

I cannot tell it i s not mine to know s What God in wi dom for my child hath planned . 30 Mother - on I S g . 3

n d is s i s so A it be t, dear one , that it r s Fo human reason might not under tand . ’ B u t He who guides the timid sparrow s flight When it h as ﬂuttered from its sheltered home W ill not forget my child by day or night , ’ s Where er or far tho e baby feet may roa m . MRS R E N . TO MA Y F L . R OU LITTLE QUEEN .

C OULD you have seen the violets That blossomed in her eyes s Could you have kis ed that golden hair, An d drunk those holy sighs ;

You would ha ve been her tiring- maid AS joyfully a s I n ss n Conte t to dre your little quee , An d the o let world g by.

C ould you have seen those violets Hide in their graves of snow ; Drawn all that gold along your han d While she lay s miling so 0 , you would trea d this wea ry earth As hea vily as I s r Content to cla p her little g ave , And the o let world g by.

n M Fr om th e Ov er l a d on th ly . THE SECOND MOTHERHOOD .

He sh a l l a th er th e a m s h i s m g l b i n a r s, a n d ca rry th em i n ” h i s hos-em a n d sh a l l en t! l ea d th ose th a t a r i h , g ; e w t y ou ng .

0 R S ! s HEA T that long 0 heart that wait,

Burdened with love and pain,

l - - Till the dear ife dream, earth conceived , In heaven be born again

- s s O Mother Soul , who e holy hope I s s orrowful and blind , Hear what He saith so tenderly

Who keepeth you in mind .

Of all His ﬂock He bath for you s e s A we t , e pecial grace ; And guides you with a separate care

To His prepared place .

s s For a ll our time are time of type, Foretokened on the earth And still the waiting and the tears

Must g o before the birth .

Still the dear Lord with whom abides is be All life that to , 33 Keeps s afe the joy but half fulﬁlled I n His eternity.

Our lambs He carries in His arms The heavenly meads among And gently leadeth here the souls

Love- burdened with their young

D E INE D T . HI N EY . A L . W T BEING HIS MOTHER .

EI N his — s w B G mother, when he goe a ay o I would not hold him overlong , and s m s s s 0 So etime my yielding ight of him grow , s s 80 quick of tea r , I joy he did not tay T o a s c tch the fainte t rumour of them Nay,

' L w s his eave al ay eyes clear and glad, although

Mine own , dear Lord , do fill to overflow ; Let his s as remembered feature , I pray, Smile ever on me ! Ah what stress of love Thou givest me to guard with me thiswise Its fullest speech ever to be denied — Mine own being his mother ! All thereof ‘ I h ou s l s s knowe t on y, looking from the kie As n s e was whe not Chri t alon crucified . J AMES WHITCOMB RI LEY

F r r om G een Fi el d a nd Ru n n i ng B r ooh s .

‘ I HE O EN- ERRI O ANY B W M LL C MP . THE ROBIN .

T HE robin is the one That interrupts the morn fe w ss s With hurried, , expre report

When March is scarcely on .

The robin is the one That overﬂows the noon

With her cherubic quantity,

And April but begun .

The robin is the one That speechless from her nest Submits that home and certainty s And an ctity are best .

EMI LY DICKI NSON.

’ P THE ANGEL S WHIS ER .

A BABY was sleeping Its mother wa s weeping ; For her husband wa s far on the wild raging sea ; And the tempes t was s welling ’ Round the ﬁsh erma n s dwelling she And cried , Dermot, darling , oh, come back to me !

s sh e Her bead while numbered, s s The baby till lumbered , An d smiled in her face a s she bended her knee s Oh , ble t be that warning , s My child, thy leep adorning , For I know that the angels are whispering with

thee .

And while they are keeping ’ s Bright watch o er thy leeping, s pray to them oftly, my baby, with me And sa y thou wouldst rather They’ d watch o ’ er thy father ! I know that the angels are whisperin g ” thee . ’ ’ T HE l A B Y S T I —I a e LL g 3 8 .

Mother - on S g . 39 The dawn of the morning

Saw Dermot returning , ’ And the wife wept with joy her babe s father to see And closely caressing ss Her child with a ble ing , “ s s Said, I knew that the angel were whi pering

with thee .

S U E OVER AM L L . THE BABIE .

E NA shoon to hide her tiny ta es, s s Nae tocking on her feet, Her supple ankles white as sn aw ss s s Of early blo om weet .

s ss s Her imple dre of prinkled pink,

Her double , dimpled chin ; ' ba u m Her puckered lip and y mou , a n e With nae tooth between .

’ sa e s Her een like her mither een , s Twa gentle , liquid thing ; ’ Her face is like an a ngel s face ’ We re gla d she has nae wings !

UGH I E R H M LL . P P . HILI , MY KING

s LOOK at me with thy large brown eye , P hilip , my King For round thee the purple s hadow lies ’ s s Of babyhood regal dignitie .

Lay on my neck thy tiny hand , ’ With love s invisible sceptre laden ; s I am thine E ther, to command ,

s - - Till thou halt ﬁnd thy queen hand maiden , P hilip, my King

s - Oh, the day when thou goe t a wooing , P ! hilip, my King s s are s When tho e beautiful lip uing , ’ s s s And , ome gentle heart bar undoing,

s - Thou do t enter, love crowned and there s — i Sitte t all gloriﬁed Rule k ndly,

Tenderly, over thy kingdom fair, ! so For we that love, ah we love blindly, P hilip, my King !

s I gaze from thy weet mouth up to thy brow, P hilip, my King ; A s s s y, there lie the pirit, all leeping now, s That may ri e like a giant, and make men bow 41 Jlfother on S g .

As - s his s to one God throned amid t peer . h h a r My Saul , t an thy brethren igher and f ire ; Let me behold thee in coming years

Yet thy head needeth a circlet rarer, P ! hilip, my King

A wreath, not of gold but palm . One day, P hilip, my King, s a s Thou too mu t tread, we tread , a way

Thorny, and bitter, and cold , and gray Rebels within thee and foes without s o u Will natch at thy crown . But g on, glorio s ! s S Martyr, yet monarch till angel hout , As S s s thou itte t at the feet of God victoriou , “ P hilip, the King

I N H U OC R I D A M L K C A K.

SOME TIME .

S as ou s LA T night, my darling, y lept, s I thought I heard you igh,

And to your little crib I crept, And watched a space thereby ; ss w Then, bending down, I ki ed your bro so For, oh l I love you Y u n ow o are too young to know it . s But ome time you shall know .

i n Some time when, a darkened place s Where other come to weep, You r eyes S hall see a weary face Calm in eternal sleep s ss s The peechle lip , the wrinkled brow, The patien t smile ma y S how

You are too young to know it now, s t s w But ome ime you hall kno .

s Look backward, then, into the year ,

And see me here to - night 0 ! s See, my darling how my tear Are falling a s I write other on M S g . 45

A n d fee l once more upon your brow The kiss of long ago You are t to w it now oo young kno , But some tim o sha o e y u ll kn w.

EUGENE FI ELD . " ﬁ rm W i th Tr n mjet a nd Dr u m .

' o r t 18 HARLES S CRI BNRR S S ONS . C py igh , 91, by C A SHADOW .

S I s I A D unto my elf, if I were dead What would befall these children ! What wou ld be

Their fate , who now are looking up to me n ! s s d For help and furthera ce Their live , I ai , Would be a v olume wherein I have read s s see But the ﬁr t chapter , and no longer s s To read the re t of their dear hi tory,

So full of beauty and so full of dread . is Be comforted the world very old , s ss a s ss And generation pa , they have pa ed , A troop of shadows moving with the su n Thousands of times ha s the old tale been told The world belongs to those who come the s la t, They will ﬁnd hope and strength as we have

done . EN R LONGP ELLow H Y W . . R- A MOTHE SONG .

O R 0 ! c r ou M THE , mother forever I y for y , Sing the old song I may never forget ;

Even in slumber I murmur and sigh for you . 0 Mother , mother, low Sing , Little brother, s Sleep, for thy mother bend over thee yet !

t 0 ! s so Mo her, mother the year are lonely, ss ! Filled but with wearine , doubt and regret ’

— - Can t you come back to me for to night only,

Mother, my mother, s And ing, Little brother, n s Sleep , for thy mother be d over thee yet

0 Mother, mother of old I had never s n One wi h de ied me , nor trouble to fret — s cr Now mu t I y out all vainly forever, s Mother, weet mother , 0 S ing, Little brother, s Sleep, for thy mother bend over thee yet

0 ! s i s Mother, mother mu t long ng and orrow ss s Leave me in darkne with eye ever wet, 8 other - on 4 M S g .

And never the hope of a meeting to- morrow ! s An wer me , mother, s And ing , Little brother , s ! Sleep, for thy mother bend over thee yet

MES HI TC O B RILE JA W M Y. ” r om Rh F y mes fr om Ch i l dh ood .

T HE O EN- ERRI LL OM N B W M C PA Y . DER - THE WON C HILD .

OU R a s s little babe e ch aid, hall be Like unto thee Like unto th ee

’ ’ s his s s Her mother nay, father eye , s — Dear curl like thine but each replies , "

As . thine , all thine , and naught of me What sweet solemnity to see T h e little life upon thy knee, s as so s s And whi per oft it lie , Our little babe !”

she For, whether it be he or ,

A David or a Dorothy , AS or “ s mother fair, , father wi e, ’ t s a n d c s Both when i good when it rie , thin is — it One g certain , will be u r O little babe .

RI C HARD LE GA LLIENN E . WEARINESS . O LI TTLE feet ! that such long years s s Mu t wander on through hope and fears, Must ache and bleed beneath your load ; th e s I , nearer to way ide inn s s s Where toil hall cea e and re t begin, Am weary, thinking of your road !

0 s ! s n little hand that, weak or tro g, s s so Have till to erve or rule long, Have still so long to give or a sk ; so I , who much with book or pen

- Have toiled among my fellow men,

Am weary, thinking of your task !

0 little hearts !that throb and beat s s With uch impatient, feveri h heat, Such limitless a n d strong desires ; so has n Mine, that long glowed and bur ed , ss s s s With pa ion into a he turned, s s Now cover and conceals its ﬁre .

0 littl e souls ! as pure and white An d crys talline as rays of light s Direct from heaven, their ource divine s s Refracted through the mi t of year , s su n s How red my etting appear , How lurid looks this s oul of mine !

ENR W LONGPELLow . H Y .

’ ’ ’ MAMMY S LI L BOY .

’ W HO a ll time dodgi n en de cotti n en de corn ! ’ ’ ’ ’ ' ’ s s Mammy l il boy, Mammy li l boy. ’ ' Who all time s tealin Ole Massa s dinner - horn !

' ’ ’ s Mammy li l ba by boy .

Byo baby boy, oh bye , ’ ’ - By o li l boy. es Oh, run ter mammy ’ ’ she im er s En tek in arm , ’ ’ ' s Mammy li l baby boy.

’ ’ Who all time ru n n in Ole gobble roun de yard ! ’ ’ ' ’ ’ ' s s bo Mammy li l boy, Mammy li l y. ’ ' ’ Who tek e stick n hit ole poss um dog so hard ’ ’ ' Mammy s li l baby boy.

' a b bo Byo b y y. oh bye, ’ ’

- By o li l boy. ru n es Oh , ter mammy, ’ En i n er climb up lap , ' ’ ’ Mammy s li l baby boy.

’ W ho . a ll time sl umpiu es toe ergi n er rock ’ ’ ’ ’ ' ’

s li l s . Mammy boy, Mammy li l boy Moth er - on S g . 53

’ Who all the time er- rippin big hole frock ’ ’ ’ Mammy s li l baby boy.

Byo baby boy, oh bye, ' ’ B - o y li l boy . ru n es Oh , ter mammy, ’ ’ sh e w es s En ipe li l eye ,

’ ’ ’ s Mammy li l baby boy.

’ Who all time e r- losin de S hov el en de rake ! ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ s s bo Mammy li l boy, Mammy li l y. ’ ’ Who all de time tryi n ter ride e lazy drake ! ’ ’ ’ s bo Mammy li l baby y.

Byo baby boy, oh bye , ’ ’ B - o y li l boy. s Oh , coot fer yer mammy, ' n S h e e r E hide yer f om y ma, ' ' ’ s Mammy li l baby boy.

' Who all de time er- trottin ter de kitchen fer er bite ' ’ ' ’ ’ ’ s bo s Mammy li l y, Mammy li l boy. ’ ’ Who mess ese f wi taters twe ll hi s clothes dey look er sight ! ’ ' ’ s Mammy li l baby boy.

Byo baby boy, oh bye, ’ ’ B - o y li l boy . ’ En e es run ter mammy, 1m For ter git out er trouble. ' ’ ’ s bo Mammy li l baby y. ’ W ho all time er- fre tti n en de middle er de day ! ' ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ bo s s . Mammy li l boy, Mammy li l y ' ’ ’ Who all time er- gettin so sleepy e ca n play ! ' ’ ’ bo Mammy s li l baby y. bo Byo baby y, oh bye, ’ ’ B - o y li l boy . ’ e es En come ter mammy. ’ ’ im er s Fer rock en arm , ’ ’ ’ s Mammy li l baby boy. — S s s - s Shoo, hoo, hoo hoo hoo.

S s - s - s Shoo, hoo, hoo hoo hoo . ’ ’

S . Shoo, li l baby , hoo

S s - s - s Shoo, hoo, hoo hoo hoo, S S Shoo, hoo , hoo, Shoo ' n ow Dere , lay right down on Mammy s bed en ’ — — - S s . b go long back ter leep , Shoo hoo Look yar, ’ ’ da t dis C nigger, go way f om do . You wake hile ’ s r up wid dat jew ha p, en I ll wear yer out ter

— - s S h - h h frazzle .

H . S . EDW ARDS . A FACE .

a s s w ce BETWEEN the curt in of no y la , ’ Ov er the way is a baby s face ; s s i n It peep forth, miling merry glee, s its And wave pink little hand at me .

My heart responds with a lonely cry But i n the wonderful By and By ’ s Out from the window of God To Be, s e That other baby hall b ckon to me .

n - That ever haunting and lo ged for face,

s That perfect vi ion of infant grace, s n me s Shall hi e on in a plendor of light, s Never to fade from my eager ight .

All that wa s taken shall be made good All that puzzles me understood n t s And the wee white ha d hat I lo t one day, a Sh ll lead me into the Better Way.

HEE E R W I Lc ox ELLA W L .

M r i n e a n Oth er Fr om a u d Poems .

u s ed W . ON E C O N . P bli h by B . C K Y MPA Y A SLUMBER SONG .

S HU H , baby, hush ! s is r In the we t there glo y, s s i s With change of amethy t, cr m on , and gold ; The su n goes to bed like a king in a story

Told by a poet of old .

s s Hu h , baby, hu h ' s There a wind on the river, A s n leepy old wi d , with a voice like a sigh And he s ings to the rushes that dreamily quiver s run Down where the ripple by.

s s ! Hu h, baby, hu h Lambs are drowsily bloa ting

Down in cool meadows where daisy- buds grow ; r n And the echo, awea y with all day repeati g, Has a as lon a o f llen leep g g .

s s ! Hu h, baby. hu h There are katydids calling

Good- night to each other adown every breeze ; An d the sweet ba by- moon h a s been falling and fall i n g, n ow she i s a i n Till c ught the trees . 56 s a s Hu h , b by, hu h It is time you were winging

Your way to the lan d that lies - no one knows

where . ’ is s It late , baby, late ; Mother tired with her singing ; she Soon will follow you there . s a s ! Hu h, b by, hu h

O. m n . E . P FALLI NG TO SLEE .

V I is s s E EN NG falling to leep in the we t,

Lulling the golden - brown meadows to rest ; s s s s s Twinkle like diamond the tar in the kie , s s Greeting the two little lumbering eye . Sweetly sleep Jesus doth keep ; s s His s s And Je u will give beloved one leep.

rs s Now all the flowe have gone to repo e , Closed are the sweet cups of lily and rose ’ ss s on s m Blo om rocked lightly evening ild breeze, s s s Drow ily, dreamily wing in the tree . Sweetly sleep ; Jesus doth keep ; s s w His s s And Je u ill give beloved one leep .

Sleep till the ﬂowers shall open once more ; Sleep till the lark in the morning shall soar ; sun s s Sleep till the morning lighting the kie , s s s s Bid thee from weet repo e joyfully ri e . Sweetly sleep ; Jesus doth keep An d s s His s s Je u will give beloved one leep .

NON MOUS A Y .

THE LOVE OF GOD .

I L KE a cradle rocking, rocking

Silent, peaceful , to and fro, ’ Like a mother s sweet looks dropping On the little face below s the reerr swm in Hang g earth g g , turning, l ss s ss s a n d s Jar e , noi ele , afe low ’ Falls the light of God s face bending

Down a n d watching us below.

a s s ff And feeble babes that u er, ss a n d cr s To y and will not re t , Are the ones the tender mother s s s s s Hold the clo e t, love the be t, r So when we are weak and w etched , s s s ss By our in weighed down, di tre ed, ’ Then it is that God s great patience

s us s s s u s s . Hold clo e t, love be t

0 great heart of God !whose loving ss Cannot hindered be nor cro ed , — Will not weary will not even In our death itself be lost Love divine !of such great loving ! Only mothers know the cost s ss Co t of love , which all love pa ing , s s Gave a Son to ave the lo t . S Ax E ome H , !H. ’ F x H n s r om S a : ah S tor i es . ’ C HA Ru ts SC RmNRR s S oNs. 60 A BABY SONG .

C O w e s ME, hite ang l , to baby and me o his s s T uch blue eye with the image of leep , In his su rprise he will cease to weep ; s s Hu h, child , the angel are coming to thee .

o s C me , white dove , to baby and me ; w i n s Softly hirr the ilent air, Flutter about his golden hai r s e Hark , child , the dove are cooing to the .

m s Co e , white lilie , to baby and me s his s Drow ily nod before eye , SO u so s f ll of wonder, round and wi e ;

s - s Hi t, child, the lily bell tinkle for thee .

e a n d Com , white moon , to baby me ; ' a s Gently glide o er the oce n of leep, Silver the waves of its shadowy deep ; s s Sleep, child , and the white t of dream to thee .

Eu zAu 'ru ODDA RD ST . I HEARD A CRY IN THE NIGHT .

R I HEA D a cry in the night , s s And wift I tole from my bed, ’ s To ﬁnd her, my heart delight, s Once more in the lone ome night. As before they called her dead .

s I pulled the curtain away, I bent my lips to _her cheek

She had ﬂed from the glare of day, Afar on her lonesome way ; s Night came, and I heard her peak .

Again I harked to the call Of the one little voice so dear ;

No matter what might befall , m I had found her, my darling, y all, n An d I held her warm and ear.

I laid me down by her side ;

I cooed like a mother dove . h wa s s A , it her lip that replied, s Or only the wind that ighed , m And not my dainty, y love !

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For cruel the morning came, An sk s d mocking the blue y miled, su n s And the aro e like a ﬂame,

And vainly I called her name,

And I wept in vain for my child .

L u rS E H N D ER OU ON o C A L M LT . ’ ” Fr om Ha r per s e .

o r t ra R ER AND RO HE RS . C py igh , gg, by HA P B T LULLABY OF T HE IROQUOIS .

I - s L TTLE brown baby bird , lapped in your ne t, s Wrapped in your ne t, s Strapped in your ne t ,

Your straight little cradle - board rocks you to rest ; I ts s s hand are your ne t, I ts ban ds are your nest ;

It swings from the down - bending branch of the oak ; Yo a u watch the c mp ﬂame , and the curling gray smoke ;

s s is es . But , oh , for your pretty black eye , leep b t s Little brown baby of mine, go to re t .

w - s n s Little bro n baby bird wi ging to leep, s Winging to leep, s Singing to leep,

- s so Your wonder black eye that wide open keep, s Shielding their leep, s Unyielding to leep, is i s s The heron homing, the plover till ,

- s his a The night owl call from h unt on the hill , s s Afar the fox bark , afar the star peep ba s Little brown by of mine, go to leep .

. P A q E I OB NBON E . Teba k !on w a k e) ’ A BOY S MOTHER .

' s s so o me My mother he g od to , Ef as o as be I w g od I could , ’ I n a s — si could t be good no, r I ’ a be a s C n t any boy good her.

’ She loves me when I m glad er sa d ’ She loves me when I m good er bad ' ' s a . fu n n ie st she s s An . what thing, ay n she s s She loves me whe puni he .

' s I don t like her to puni h me , ' — s see That don t hurt , but it hurt to ’ ’ r i n — I Her c y . Nen cry ; an nen ' c r a n We both y be good again .

' She loves me when she cuts a n sews ’ ’ My little cloak an Sund y clothes ; ’ An Pa s when my come home to tea, s s a s a s She love him mo t much me.

’ s s him s She laugh an tell all I aid , ' ’ An grabs me up an pats my head ’ ’ hu her m Pa An I g , an hug y , ’ ' him n a s An love purt igh much Ma . I Au Es W Hrrcou s Ri LEv " . F om h m o k r R y e: f C i l dﬁood . THE BOWEN- MERRI LL COMPANY THE TWO GRIEFS .

S HE smiles as if a merry dream had passed her ;

The gold - red locks that frame her girlish head ’ a s o ss Le p with warm life to meet the ﬁre b ld ki es , And sh e is dead !

- an d ss s Dry eyed haggard , hard with hopele orrow, s ts The mother i , her warm heart turned to lead has s s s The child been her life , her oul, her un hine, she i s And dead .

C s c s s lo e to the a ement creep a trembling woman , Sees the white maiden s miling on her bed I she s Oh , God groan , if MY child were but lyms — Sinless and dead !

ARGARET u am : E R E M G G O G .

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That to the world are children ; Through them it feels the glow Of a brighter an d sunni er climate a ac s s Th n re he the trunk below.

h l Come to me, O ye c ildren And whisper in my ca r What the birds and the winds are singing u s m s In yo r unny at o phere .

h con trivi n s For w at are all our g , s And the wi dom of our books , u ss s When compared with yo r care e , And the gladness of your looks P

Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or s aid or e s F y are living poem , a ll s a re And the re t dead .

ENR H Y W . LONOPELLOW . LLAB A LU Y.

s SLEEP, my dear one, leep men Wha t though laugh , what though men What though the wind and rain M urmur their rapture or their pain P Love watches over thee s o ea Like the till moon ab ve the s .

m e s Sleep, y d ar one, leep

What though men toil, what though they What though the devious days Lead radiant lives in darkened ways is Sorrow not for thee , s u Soul of my o l and heart of me .

s Sleep, my dear one, leep Time in its tenderness shall keep Thy sweetly budding soul In its divinely wise control ; e si s i ts s Hop ng ong for thee , is n o Hope that w and yet to be .

m s Sleep , y dear one, leep h s l T e hours move fa t, they rush, they ea p s s Red unri e , then the noon A life is lived and lost so soon I

May fate be kind to thee , ou of s S l my oul and heart of me . EORGE DGAR MONTGOI I I G E Y . 69 P RE RIEVE .

TEMPESTS and clouds made dark the da y For ﬁtful Madge and me ; a its At length repent nce had way. ee And brought her to my kn .

s s The oftened eye revealed a tear, h is But ope brave at ten . ou Will y forgive me, mother dear ! C a n I begin again

s Oh, child, I aid, with wea ry sigh ,

Too often you begin . Y es , mother and the calm reply

Showed victory within .

I n this remorseful hea rt sa nk deep ' My lambkin s pleading glance What if the Shepherd of the sheep Denied me one more chance !

MARv AC HE HI IN T E R GG I ON .

THE MADONNA.

’ WE need not ask the painter s art To draw i n tint and line The gentle one whose throbbing heart

t - H a h love well nigh divine .

Yet reverent art hath caught the glow That slumbers i n thine eyes s Thy gentle face we pilgrim know, ’ l s s At home neath a ien kie .

s From many a fre coed gallery, ' s From many a chapel wall , ss s s its s se It ble e tho e miles who e ,

In hovel or in hall.

i n - s s Madonna, the way ide hrine, ’ s s Or in the pri on gloom,

Thy tender grace, thy brow benign, ’ s - Are sweet a s pring tide s bloom.

The little one j ust come to earth Finds earth a bit of heaven r s h Love meets and g eet him at is birth, s Unmixed with ordid leaven. 22 Mot/zer S on g .

And thou , O tender one and good, his Art near, guard to be, ’ Life s tide of rapture at its ﬂood ’ O erbrimmin g him and thee .

z s Thy brooding ga e, thy cradling arm , s The fountain of thy brea t, Th s s his s y ong to oothe vague alarm , s his s Thy bo om for ne t .

’ s s Madonna, in the pea ant hut, t Madonna, on the hrone , All heaven within thine arms is shut s o n When thou do t claim thine w .

And loftier still thy beauty glows s When ome unmothered child, S s s s ome waif and tray, ome vagrant ro e , sn atchest Thou from the wild .

s th e True overeign of human heart, m s Queen who we ﬁr t obey, rs a n d a rt Love dowe thee, and life, , s s C hri tma and every day.

o Or po r or rich , what matters it ! The mother is our shrine ;

is - Her face ever angel lit, s Her mile a dream divine .

RGA RE . S ANOm MA T E R. INDIAN CRADLE SONG .

SW I NG thee low in thy cradle soft Deep in the dusky wood Swing thee low and swing aloft as s s Sleep , a papoo e hould s s For afe in your little birchen ne t , s Quiet will come and peace and re t, s is If the little papoo e good .

s l The coyote howl on the prairie co d , And the owlet boots i n th e tree And the big moon shines on the little As it slumbers peacefully s i n t s So wing thee high thy li tle ne t, And swing thee low and ta ke the rest

- s That the night wind bring to thee .

T h e s u father lie on the fragrant gro nd, r h D eaming of hunt and ﬁg t, And the pine leaves rustle with mournful sound All through the solemn night s his s But the little papoo e in birchen ne t , I s s a s s his s winging low he take re t, sun s Till the bring the morning light .

Fr om Th e Detr oi t Fr ee ﬁ n s .

C ’ A. HILD S EVENSONG.

su n i s THE weary, for he ran

So far and fast to- day s s The bird are weary, for who ang So many s ongs a s they ! The bees and butterflies at last out s Are tired , for ju t think, too, How many gardens through the day s h e u Their little wing ave flutt red thro gh. so a s e And , all tired p ople do, ’ They ve gone to lay their sleepy heads s Deep, deep in warm and happy bed . The sun ha s shut his golden eye A n d s sk gone to leep beneath the y. The birds a nd butterflies and bees s s Have all crept into flower and tree , s as And all lie quiet, till mice, ’ m s— s Till morning co e like father voice .

S O f P s Geo frey, Owen, hylli , you s s i Mu t leep away till morn ng, too . s t s w t s Clo e li tle eye , do n lit le head , s —s —s s And leep leep leep in happy bed .

C D R I HA R LE G AL LI ENNE. WOMAN AND ARTIST.

I THOUGHT to win me a name Should ring in the ea r of the world How can I work with small pink ﬁsts About my ﬁngers curled P

Then adieu to name and to fame . They sca rce are worth at the best s One touch of thi wet little, warm little mouth. its s a s s With lip ag in t my brea t .

I C E W I LLIA u s ROT HERT ON AL B .

THE COMING MAN .

A PAI R of very chubby legs Encased in scarlet hose ; A pair of little stubby boots With rather doubtful toes ;

A little kilt, a little coat, a s Cut a mother can , And lo ! before us strides in state ' ” u u s The F t re coming man .

His s n s rs eye , percha ce, will read the ta , And search their unknown ways ; Perchance th e human heart and soul Will open to their gaze ; Perchance their keen an d ﬂashing glance ’ s Will be a nation light, Those eyes that now are wistful bent ’ s s On ome big fellow kite . That brow where mighty thought will dwell s s s In olemn, ecret tate ; ’ Where ﬁerce ambition s restless s trength Shall war with future fate ; Where science from now hidden ca ves Ne s s w treas ure hall outpour, 78 Mot/zer S o11 g .

When ba by foxes from the brake s Do prowl the thorny hedge through , When on the meadow sweet with hay s The white and curly lambkin play, s And weet and cool ,

’ la O er p in and pool,

Bloweth the breeze of coming day, s s Thou , too, halt ri e s s s To unny kie , n d s A open wide thy baby eye .

ROW AN S TEVENE. MY LITTLE GIRL .

MY little girl i s nested be Within her tiny d, With amber ringlets crested

Around her dainty head . S he s s o lie calm and stilly, s so s She breathe oft and low, She ca lls to mind a lily

- s Half hidden in the now. A weary little mortal Ha s gone to slumber land The pix ies at the portal

Have caught her by the hand. She dreams her broken dolly

Will soon be mended there, That looks so melancholy

- Upon the rocking chair. I ss ss s ki your wayward tre e , s My drow y little queen, I know you hav e caresses a From ﬂo ting forms unseen . s O angel , let me keep her ss a s To ki away my c re , s s Thi darling little leeper, h a s s Who my love and prayer .

S A U E MI NT u RN E x M L P c .

8 M ther - on 6 o S g .

s To you for whoseglad coming all force , old and

new, s a re s Are blending in concurrent note , ounding ’ time s refrain .

l s a s I s My addie, O my laddie, I am wi tful cla p t h how Your little hand wi hin my own , and t ink

many men , r our Gone far from earth and memo y, beyond a s mortal gr p, o Are living and are breathing , dear child , in y u

s s The Line of Flemish weaver , who were tout a n d tough a s steel ;

The brave old Holland gentlemen , called Beg ga rs of the Sea P s s The coifed and wimpled uritan , weet maids ns ! and matro lea , Who poured their weakness and their strength

in the blood of you and me .

’ l ha ir s My addie of the golden , there tand at God s right hand His s s aint who went through blood and ﬂame , the yeomen of our line An d there are seraphs s inging in the glorious better lan d

s - s Who e heart beat kept, when here on earth ,

th e pace of yours and mine . Motlzer - n 8 So g . 7

’ t s s Kneel, lit le laddie , at my ide, there no defence s like thi , s s hi An evening prayer in childi h tru t , and let m s f co f who may,

’ A daily prayer to God above , a gentle mother s ss ki , t s Will keep my li tle la ddie afe , however long

the day.

s s a u s s s Tho e t nch old burgher of the pa t , the e

nearer gentlemen ,

S a m ea r et sa n s r e r oelze p p , who look through s s your weet eye of blue ,

s - Were hone t men , clean handed , and they told the truth —what then ! ’ T is all I crave , my laddie , when I pray to God i w th you .

ARG RE . S N ST ER M A T E A G . P P THE I ER .

PI I s P NG down the valley wild, P s s s iping ong of plea ant glee, sa w a On a cloud I child, And be laughing said to me

Pipe a song about a lamb ; So I piped with merry cheer s Piper, pipe that ong again

So I piped he wept to hear .

Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe ; s s Sing thy ong of happy cheer. o s s S I ang the ame again,

While he wept with joy to hear.

P sit iper, thee down and write In a book that all may rea So he vanished from my sight ’ luck d And I p a hollow reed,

l And I made a rura pen, ’ sta in d And I the water clear, An d I wrote my happy s ongs

Every child may joy to hear.

I IA E W LL M BLAK . 88

LULLABY OF AN INFANT CHIEF.

s wa s O HUS H thee, my babie , thy ire a knight

Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright s s The woods and the glen , from the tower which see we ,

h e i e . T ey all are b long ng, dear baby, to the

ro a dil u ! O ho , i ri ri g g lo 0 o I n n &c t . ho , ,

0 s fear not the bugle, though loudly it blow , It calls but the warders that guard thy repose ; s s Their bow would be bended , their blade would

be red , s s Ere the tep of a foeman draw near to thy bed .

0 to &c ho , i ri ri , .

s s O hu h thee, my babie , the time oon will come, When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpe t and drum ; s Then hu h thee, my darling, take rest while you may s s For trife come with manhood , and waking with

day.

0 ho ro i &c , ri ri , .

Sleep on till day .

S I R T ER S C OTT WAL . MATER AMABILIS .

OW s s s D N the goldene t of tream , s Tide of dream ,

The fair cradled man - child drifts s s Sway with cadenced motion low,

To and fro,

As - s s s the mother foot, poi ed lightly, fall and lift .

ﬁrstlin — h e He , the g , , the light h er s Of ight,

He, the breathing pledge of love, ’ s s s Neath the holy pa ion lie , s Of her eye ,

s - Smile to feel the warm, life giving ray above .

S he s t his s believe hat in vi ion, Skies elysian ’ a n s i O er angel people h ne . s Back to garden of delight,

Ta king ﬂigh t. His l s s s s aurora pirit ba k in dream divine .

sh e s s a s But mile through nxiou tears, Unborn years P ss r sh e re ing fo ward , perceives 9°

s s s s w What o gift the year be to ,

Still men know, s e s s s s W hile h breathe , live one who ee

!Stand they pure or sin - deﬁled) But the child Whom she crooned to sleep a n d rocked

knee .

AZARUS EMMA L . P NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEE .

O so e n G LDEN head lowly b ding, s a Little feet o white and b re, s s Dewy eye half hut. half opened, s Li ping out her evening prayer.

N la — a ow I y, repe t it, darling s e s Lay me , li p d the tiny lip u Of my da ghter, kneeling , bending ’ ﬁn r- s O er the folded g e tip .

wn s s sh e m Do to leep To leep . mur ured, And the curly head be nt low

I pray the Lord, I gently added , ” sa a ll You can y it , I know .

P s t ray the Lord the ound came fain ly, s s e Fainter till, my oul to ke p,

Then the tired head fairly nodded , wa s s s And the child fa t a leep .

But the dewy eyes half opened s st When I cla ped her to my brea , n s A d the dear voice oftly whispered, ”

m s s . Ma ma, God know all the re t 93 Mot/zer - on 94 S g .

s s c on ﬁdin O , the tru ting, weet g

Of the child - heart wou ld that I s s e Thu might tru t my Heavenly Fath r, He who hears my feeblest c ry !

0 s , the rapture , weet, unbroken , Of the soul who wrote that prayer ! ’ Children s myriad voices ﬂoating o Up t heaven record it there .

ll h as e w If, of a that b en ritten, I s W be e could choo e hat might thin , ’ s s ti It hould be that child peti on, s Ri ing to the throne divin e .

Ma s . . S . OW AND R H L .

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As in his little bed I place i n his s r My Babe all lumbering g ace , ’ s s s Heaven tarry lamp are lit on high,

- s s b One, angel borne, now ﬂa he y,

And by their light, th e Through all night, s s Cele tial watcher will be nigh .

NN PI C E ENs . A A E . SWEET AND LOW.

s SWEET an d low, weet and low, Wind of the western sea ; a n d Low, low, breathe blow, Wind of the western sea s o Over the rolling water g , m the o w Co e from dying mo n , and blo , Blow him agai n to me ; W s s While my little one, hile my pretty one, leep .

s s s Sleep and re t , leep and re t ;

Father will come to thee soon . ’ s s s s Re t, re t on mother brea t ; s Father will come to thee oon . t his s Fa her will come to babe in the ne t, Silver sails all out of the west s Under the ilver moon . s s Sleep, my little one ; leep, my pretty one , leep . A LPRED T EN , LORD s ou . CRADLE SONG .

WHAT is the little one thinking about P s Very wonderful thing , no doubt w s r Un ritten hi to y, s Unfathomed my tery. s a n d s s s Yet he chuckle crow , an d nod and wink As if his hea d were a s full of kinks s s a s S And curiou riddle any phinx. e s Warp d by colic , and wet by tear , P t s t s unc ured by pin , and tor ured by fear , Our little n ephew will lose two years ; And he ’ ll never know Where the summers go ; ' s o He need not laugh , for he ll ﬁnd it .

Who can tell what a baby thinks ! Who can follow the gossamer links w m s his By hich the anikin feel way, S w Out from the hore of the great unkno n ,

Blind, and wailing, and alone, Into the light of da y ! th e s a Out from the shore of unknown e , Toss ing i n pitiful agony s s s Of the unknown ea that reel and roll , 93

THE CHILDREN .

RO G n n TH U H the day, when the childre rou d

me ,

So full of their laughter and play, I s a nd , bu y careworn , oft wonder s so How they can be alway gay.

While I long for rest. they care only

To frolic and romp all the day.

so They weary me with their chatter, Their constant demands and their noise ; s They leave muddy track on the carpet, m t s And litter the roo with heir toy , ’ ' Till at times from a heart that s o erburde n ed rs s s I mete out ha h word to my boy .

’ so s S But at night, when oftly they re leeping, in s Cuddled down each nug little bed , s s s With busy hand afe from all mi chief, a s ss And quiet e ch re tle young head , And a look of s uch peace on their features h s As if never a tear they ad hed,

s I s s A gaze on their dear ro y face , s o s So weet in their inn cent leep , I n s s pardo , una ked , all their mi chief, Nor thought of their naughtiness keep I oo Mot/i er - on 1 0 S g . 1

For my heart overﬂows i n the silence t e is a n d Wi h lov that tender deep.

How s mall seem the triﬂes that vex me ! How could they have power to annoy ! n s And ge tly I fold the worn garment , a a Old And pick up e ch b ttered toy, While I think of the homes where no Children

Repay every care with a joy,

Sad homes where their merry young voices e s s No longer the glad echo tart , the s s t s To fall, like weete of mu ic, ’ On a mother s lone aching heart se es s s Who dear on too oundly are leeping , s From her sheltering arm apart.

0 m s other , like me. who are weary, s And often too ha tily chide, s s Keep not your fond word for the leepers, Nor wait for the darkness to hide

The love welling up from the heart - spring n k e s s Whe n eling your darling be ide.

Let us give of our bes t in the daytime ;

Let mother- love brighten and bless The pathway the dea r ones must travel ; ’ T OO soon will li fe s burden oppress ; Let theirs be the joy to remember ’ s r s Mother s mile and the tender ca e s . RY K Buc MA . x . AN OLD LATIN LULLABY OF THE

” ~ VIRGIN .

— ’ s ﬁrst- SLEEP, child thy mother born thou, s Yea, ﬁr t and only one. s S — Then leep, oh leep thy father calls , his so Unto little n .

To téee a t/i ou sa n d ti mes we r a i se

A th ou sa n d sor s r a i se g ofp .

s I trewed the bed for thee alone.

so se e Sleep, babe, fair to ; s s t s I trewed it of the of e t hay, son me Sleep , little of . To t/i ee a t/i ou sa n d ti mes we r a i se

A th ou sa n d son s o r a i re g f p .

w Sleep, thou, my je el and my crown ,

s . O milky nectar, leep r s And mother will b ing gift to thee, For thee sweet beans will heap ! To t/i ee a t/i ou sa n d ti mes we r a i se

t/zousa ml son s r a i se A g ofp .

’ ’ s I ll give thee what oe er thou wilt, e Sleep, then, belov d boy ; so:

LINKS WITH HEAVEN .

OU R God in Heaven from that holy place To each of us an angel guide ha s given ; s But Mother of dead children have more grace,

For they give angels to their God and Heaven .

’ How can a Mother s heart feel cold or weary s s Knowing her dearer elf afe, happy, warm P How can S he feel her road too dark or dreary Who knows her treas ure sheltered from the storm P

she si n s How can P Our heart may be unheeding ,

Our God forgot, our holy saints deﬁed ca n e a d But a mother h ar her de d child plea ing, And thrust those little angel hands aside !

Those little hands stretched down to draw her ever — Nearer to God by mother love we all s S he v Are blind and weak, yet urely can ne er, s s v With uch a take in Hea en, fail or fall

She knows that when the mighty Angels raise s s n Choru in Heaven, one little ilver to e I o4 M oth er - on 10 S g . 5

I s s s her forever, that one little prai e , i s own One little happy voice, all her .

an 1 a 1

s s s w Ah , aint in Heaven may pray with earne t ill And pity for their weak and erring brothers ; is s Yet there prayer in Heaven more tender till,

The little Children pleading for their Mothers .

D I DE ROC T ER. A ELA A . P EW - S THE N COMER .

A s is s . WH T pirit thi that cometh from a far. Making th e household tender with a cry That blends the mystery of earth and sky

s - The blind, mute motion of a new lit star, The unlanguaged v isions of a folded rose P r is s A ma vel the ro e from bud to bloom , The star a wonder and a splendour grows ; w s s s But this s eet babe that neither ee or know , Hath wrapt i n it a genius and a doom vi s f s More ion ul of beauty than all ﬂower , s s s More glowing wondrous than all inging phere , f s And though oft ba ﬂed by repelling power , w s s Gro ing and towering through the tormy hour , ’ s To perfect glory in God s year of year .

REELAND WI LLI AM F .

C I N TU KING THE BABY .

THE dark- fringed eyelids slowly close On eyes serene and deep Upon my breas t my own sweet child Ha s s gently dropped to leep . ss his s a n d dim led I ki oft p cheek, ss his n I ki rounded chi , his e Then lay him on littl bed ,

And tuck my baby in.

How fair and innocent he lies ! s a s Like ome sm ll angel trayed . ’ His face still warmed by God s own That slumbers unafraid ;

s - s Or like ome new embodied oul, sin Still pure from taint of , My thoughts are reverent as I stoop

To tuck my baby in .

s s s s What toil mu t tain the e tiny hand , That now lie still and white P What shadows creep across the face That shines with morning light P 1 08 Moth er on S g .

s s ss The e wee , pink, hoele feet, How far Shall go their lengthening tread C s When they no longer, cuddled lo e, May rest upon this bed P

am S n Oh, what I that I hould trai s s An angel for the kie , Or mix the potent draught that feeds The s oul within those eyes I reach him up to s inless hands Be fore h is cares be gin ; s Great Father, with Thy fold of love, ! Oh, tuck my baby in

U RT IS AT C M .

WHERE DID YOU COME FROM !

R ou m a WHE E did y co e from , baby de r ! Ou t th e ev er wher e i n to h er e of y .

Where did you get your eyes so blue P Ou t o th e sh a s ca me th rou h f y I g .

What makes the light in them spa rkle S ome o th e sta rr s i hes l e t i n f y p f .

Where did you get that little tear ! ou n d i t wa i ti n w h en ot h ere If g Ig .

What ma kes your forehead so smooth a n d high ! A so t h a n d str ohed i t a s wen t b f I y .

What makes your chec k like a warm white rose ! 1 sa w someth i n better th a n a n on e h n ows g y .

Whence that three- cornered smile of blisS P

Th r ee a n el s a v e me a t on ce a hi ss g g .

W here did you get thi s pea rly ear P God s oh e a n d i t ca me ou t to h ea r f . n o Moth er - on I I I S g .

Where did you get those arms and ha nds ! Lov e ma de i tse i n to h ooks a n d ba n ds lf .

s P Feet, whence did you come, you darling thing ’ F r om th e sa me box a s th e c h er u bs wi n s g .

How did they all come just to be you P God thou h t o me a n d so r ew g f Ig .

u s ! But how did you come to , you dear God th ou h t o ou a n d so a m h er e g f y I .

G EOR E DON G MAC ALD. P S P SLEE , LEE , MINE HOLY ONE .

AN D s - art thou come for aving, baby browed An d speechless Being P Art thou come for sa v in g P The pa lm that grows beside our door is bowed By treadings of the low wind from the south s ss s wa vIn A re tle hadow through the chamber g . n i ts s s s u n Upo bough a bird ing in the . h s s But thou, wit that clo e lumber on thy mouth , s n sun Doth eem of wi d and already weary . s Art come for aving, O my weary one P Perchance this s leep that shutteth out the dreary

- s s t s s s Earth ound and mo ion , open on thy oul High dreams on ﬁre with God High s ongs that make the pathway where they roll More bright than s tars do theirs ; and visions new ’ s Of thine eternal nature old abode . ’ f s s ss Su fer thi mother ki , s t is Be t thing that ear hly , s To glide the mu ic and the glory through, Nor narrow in thy dream the broad uplifti ng a n s Of y eraph wing . s s ss s — s a m Thu , noi ele , thu . Sleep, leep , my dre ing One !

ELIz AEET H ARRETT RO NI N B B W G. 1 12

' THE SAILOR S WIFE.

' I VE s a letter from thy ire , a n B by mi e , baby mine ;

I ca n read and never tire,

Baby mine .

’ is sa th s He iling o er e ea , He is m co ing back to thee, He is i m to m com ng ho e e,

Baby mine .

' e s H been parted from us long ,

Baby mine , baby mine ; s s But if heart be true and trong ,

Baby mine,

’ They shall brave misfortune s blast, And be overpaid at las t ’ s a ss d For all pain and orrow p ,

Baby mine .

see his Oh , I long to face,

Baby mine, baby mine,

S ld - s In hi o accu tomed place,

Baby mine . I I 4 Mother - on I I S g . 5

se om Like the ro of May in blo , e a s th e Lik tar amid gloom , Li e the s ns o k u hine in the ro m,

Baby mine .

u t see and i e Tho wil him rejo c ,

Baby mine , baby mine his Thou wilt know him by voice,

Baby mine .

his love - o s By lo k that endear, his r By laughter inging clear, his es By ey that know not fear,

Baby mine .

’ I m s SO glad I cannot leep, n Baby mi e , baby mine, I ’ m so happy I could weep,

’ i s se He s ailing o er the a , i He s coming home to me , He is com ing back to thee,

Baby mine.

HAR ES MAC EAv C L . H FROM AURORA LEIG .

wa s a MY mother Florentine, Those rare blue eyes were shut from seeing me When scarcely I wa s four years old my life A poor spark snatched up from a failing lamp was w k Which went out therefor. She ea and frail ; She could n ot bear the joy of giving life ' s s w ss The mother rapture le her. If her ki s Had left a longer weight upon my lip , v s s It might ha e teadied the unea y breath, And reconciled and fraternized my soul As wa s With the new order. it , indeed,

I - felt a mother want about the world, s s b And till went eeking, like a bleating lam s Left out at night in hutting up the fold, As restless as a nest- deserted bird w s w h Gro n chill through omething being a ay, thoug what s It know not. e e I : e e Women know s The way to rear up children !to be ju t) , s m r They know a i ple , mer y, tender knack I I 6

P ROC K ME TO S LEE .

R 0 u t BACKWA D , turn backward, Time in yo r ﬂigh .

- Make me a child again just for to night. ac ss s Mother, come b k from the echole hore, Take me again to your heart a s of yore ; s s Kis from my forehead the furrow of care, S mooth the few silver threads out of my hair ; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep oc me s — s e R k to leep, mother, rock me to le p .

a a s . B ckward , ﬂow backward, O tide of the ye r I so r s am wea y of toil and of tear , i w t s s To l i hout recompen e , tear all in vain ,

a ive me h d o a n . T ke them , and g my c il ho d ag i I e s a hav grown weary of du t and dec y,

Wea ry of ﬂinging my s oul - wealth away ; Weary of sowing for others to reap — o k s me s . R c me to leep, mother, rock to leep

the se e Tired of hollow, the ba , the untru ,

r 0 s . Mothe , mother, my heart call for you a n s ss h as M y a ummer the gra grown green, ’ Blossom d a n d s , faded our face between , Yet with strong yearning and passiona te pai n

- Long I to night for your presence a ga in . I I 8 M oth er on S g .

Come from the silence so lon g and s o deep s — k s Rock me to leep, mother, roc me to leep .

s Over my heart in the day that are ﬂown,

No love like mother- love ever has shown s s s No other wor hip abide and endure , s s s Faithful, un elﬁ h , and patient like your ; None like a mother can charm away pain

m s s th - e r Fro the ick oul and e world w a y brain . ’ ’ Slumber s soft calms o er my heavy lids creep s — s Rock me to leep , mother, rock me to leep .

r n ha i s t o Come, let your b ow r, ju t lighted wi h g ld, Fall on your shoulders again a s of ol d ;

v - Let it drop o er my forehead to night, Shading my faint eyes away from the light

For with its sunny- edged s hadows once more Ha ply will throng the sweet vis ions of yore s its s s Lovingly, oftly, bright billow weep s — s Rock me to leep, mother, rock me to leep.

th e s Mother, dear mother, year have been long ’ Since I las t listen d your lullaby song ;

' m s s s Sing , then , and into y oul it hall eem ’ s s Womanhood year have been only a dream . i n Clasped to your heart a loving embrace, a s s s s With your light l he ju t weeping my face, Nev er hereafter to wake or to weep s — s Rock me to leep , mother, rock me to leep .

ELI EA EETH AR E- S . PATIENCE WITH LOVE .

TH EY are such little feet They have gon e such a tiny way to meet The years which are required to break s s ss a n d e Their tep to evenne , mak Them go s s More ure and low .

They are such little hands s a n s a s Be kind . Thing are so new d Life but t nd s A tep beyond the doorway. All around New day ha s foun d n s s u n s o Such tempting thi g to hine po , and s h The hand are tempted ard . you know .

s s They are uch new, young live Surely their newness shrives Them well of many sins They se e s o much a u Th t , being immortal , they would to ch If they would reach s We mu t not chide but teach .

s d s They are uch fond , ear eye That widen to surprise

S CRADLE SONG .

Y i BAB , baby br ght, Sleep ca n steal from S ight Little of your light :

Soft a s ﬁre in dew Still the life in you

Lights your slumber through .

From white eyelids keep Fas t the seal of sleep Deep a s lov e is deep

Yet though closed it lieS Love behind them spies o Hea ven in tw blue eyes .

b Ba by, aby dear, Ea rth and heaven a re n ear o for i s e N w, heaven her . other - on 1 2 M S g . 3

Heaven is every place

Where your ﬂower- sweet face s s Fill our eye with grace .

Till your own eyes deign E arth a glance again, t Ear h and heaven are twain.

s is Now your leep done, Shine and S how the sun ven ar on Earth and hea e e.

s Baby, baby weet, ' Love s own lips a re meet ss Scarce to ki your feet .

’ s ea r Hardly love now , s ar When your laugh crow cle , se s to Quite de rve hear .

' lov e S Hardly own wile . s Though it plea e awhile, s Quite des erve your smile .

ab r B y full of g ace , Bless u s yet a s pa ce S ee l l p wil come apace. N NE ALGERNO CHARLES SW INS U R . NATURE .

’ A s n is a fo d mother, when the day o er, s t Lead by the hand her li tle child to be d ,

- w - a le Half illing, half reluct nt to be d , v his s th e And lea e broken plaything on ﬂoor, t O S ill gazing at them through the pen door, Nor wholly reassured and comforted s s s i n s By promi e of other their tead , Which though more splendid may not pleas e more

s s s So Nature deal with u , and take away s Our plaything one by one , and by the hand s u s s so Lead to re t gently, that we go s or s Scarce knowing if we wi h to go tay, Being too full of sleep to unders ta nd How far the unknown transcends the what

know.

ENR . LON GPELLO H Y W W .

I 26 other - on M S g .

rs s You know that of you , your feeble t one a s a s e And de re t may live long ye r alon , s Unloved, unble t , ’ are s e sa s a o o s on e Mine cheri h d of int r und G d thr ,

And that is best .

s h sea rs You mu t dread for yours th e crime t a t , a s e a s D rk guilt unwa hed by rep nt nt tear , An d unconfessed ss e s Mine entered spotle on ternal yea r , s ! Oh , how much the be t

But grief is selﬁsh I ca nnot see a s W h s so s r b Alw y y I hould t icken e , More than the rest a as a s me But I know th t , well for them , for , God did the best

E H LEN H U NT I AC ES ON . THE WIDOW AND C HILD .

HOME they brought her warrior dea d ;

s cr . She nor wooned , nor uttered y s s All her maiden , watching, aid

st sh e . She mu weep , or will die

s s Then they prai ed him , oft and low ; Ca lled him worthy to be loved ; Truest friend and noblest foe ; h Yet s e neither spake nor moved .

Stole a maiden from her place , s Lightly to the warrior tept ,

Took a face - cloth from the face h Yet s e neither moved nor wept .

s s s Ro e a nur e of ninety year , hi Set s child upon her knee, Like summer tempest came her tears

S weet my child , I live for thee . ALP RED ORD ENN S ON , L T Y . IN A HAMMOCK .

R s — a s G EEN bough and a hammock , baby winging, s a w — a t s Sunshine and h do , lit le maid inging

’ t wa s ss ! Oh, a picture of lovely completene s s th e s And the e were the word little maid ung, A s backward and forward the hammock swu ng how swee t th e is Oh , Baby , _ sw the i s Oh , how eet Baby , — — Sweet s wee t s weet

ss me swe e t ess Ki , n

u e w e n h er e r S s How the baby la gh d h t nde i ter, w th e s Keeping time ith inging, bent down and ss h e r ki ed .

’ t wa s t m t ss Oh , a pic ure of lovely co ple ene , — Twelv e years a n d twe l v e m on ths a charming duet And that picture and son g I S ha ll n e v er forget sw a i s Oh, how eet the B by , sw th e a i s Oh , how eet B by , — Sweet S we et - swe e t K ss swe etn e ss . i me ,

D I H HO S E T M . T MA .

- ANDALUSIAN CRADLE SONG .

W HO s is it open her blue bright eye , r sea a s sk P B ight as the , and blue the y C hiquita ! Who ha s the smile that comes and goes ’ Like s unshine over her mon th s red rose ! Much a chita

is s s What the ofte t laughter heard ,

Gurgle of brook or trill of bird , Chiquita P ’ t i s m Nay, thy laughter akes the rill sh its s Hu voice and the bird be till, Mucha c hita !

- o n s Ah, little ﬂower hand my brea t , s s s s How it oothe me and give me re t . C hiquita ! What is the sweetes t s ight I know ! row Three little white teeth in a , row Three little white teeth in a , Muchachita

HO S A T MA B I LEY ALD RIC H. MATER DOLOROSA .

BECAU S E of one small low- laid head all crown ed a With golden h ir, Forevermore all fair young brows to me A halo wear ; v s I kiss them re erently . Ala I know i ea r The pa n I h .

s - s s Because of dear, but clo e hut holy eye ' s Of heaven own blue , All little eyes do ﬁll my own with tears ' Whate er their hue ; And motherly I ga ze their innocent s Clear depth into.

Because of little pallid lips W hich once

My name did call . s No childi h voice in vain appeal , upon My ears doth fall ; I count it all my joy their joys to share s r s s And or ow mall.

Beca use of little dimpled hands h i W ich folded l e, I 30

THE MYSTERIES .

’ C s s ON E on my mother brea t , a child I crept , Holding my breath s sa d s n There, afe and , lay hudderi g, and wept th e s r At dark my te y of Death .

e a n d w r s W ary eak and wo n with all unre t , s Spent with the trife , 0 s mother, let me weep upon thy brea t At the sa d mystery of Life

I I M E N w W LL A D A Ho EL Ls . TWO LOVERS.

T W O lovers by a moss- grown spring s s They leaned oft cheek together there , n the s Mi gled dark and un ny hair, w us And heard the ooing thr hes sing . O buddIng time ’ O love S blest prime !

Two wedded from th e po rta l stept s e i s The bell mad happy caroll ng ,

s s t a s n n The air wa of fa ing wings ,

W a s hite pe ta ls on the p thway lept .

O pure- eye d bride O te n der pride

’ Two faces o er a cradle bent ; Two hands above th e head were locked i These pre ssed each other wh le they rocked . s Those watched a life that love had ent. 0 solemn hour 0 hidden power x ” i er - on 34 ﬂ S g .

Two pa re nts by the evenin g ﬁre ; The red light fell a bout their kn ees On hea ds tha t rose by slow degrees u s s i Like b d upon the lily p re . 0 patient life ! 0 tender strife !

two st sa t The ill together there, The red light shon e about their knees But all the heads by slow degrees n Ha d go e a n d left tha t lonely pair. 0 voyage fast O va nished past !

Th e red light shone upon the ﬂoor An d made the space be tween them wide ; s They drew their chairs up side by ide, s a n d s m ! Their pa le cheek joined, aid, Once ore 0 memories 0 pa st that is ! EORGE E OT G LI .

' Bu a h - bu a h - gg man, gg man, come in de do , ’ ’ H ea h s fu y a bad boy you kin have to eat . ’ ’ ’ a him M mmy an pappy do want no mo . ’ S wa ller him down f om his haid to hi s feet !

’

u s . Dah , now, I thought dat you d hug me p clo e ’ ’ ’

ol bu a h s di s bo . Go back , gg , you ha n t have y ’ ’ n ot s s He ain t no tramp . no traggler, of co e ;

’ ’ ’ ’ ’ He s pappy s pa d n er a n playmate an joy. ’ ’ ’ ow o res Come to you pallet n go to y , ’ Wisht you could allus know ea se an clear skies ;

’ ’ Wisht you could stay je s a chile on my breas ’ ’ Little brown baby wif s pa kli n eyes

PAU L LAU RENC E DU N EA R .

“ o r t 18 T HE OU OO O N . C py igh , 97, by TL K C MPA Y “ of Ma 8 Or n a i e i n T HE OU OO I . igi lly pu bl sh d TL K y , 97 HE tha t i s to life beg u il ed By the cl i n gi n g of a chi ld h I kn ow r a t s tore of ra ce Ha t , , g e g , An d with Lov e a dwell i n g pl a ce ; For all h ea v en h a th dre a med a n d smi l ed hi I n the sweet face of a c l d .

FRANK L. ST ANTON.

May love their babies ex ceedingly ; s But I love my kitten there ,

- Under the rocking chair. s I love my kitten with all my might, n I love them at morning , noon , and ight. ’ s s Now I ll take up my kittie , the kittie I love,

' And we ll lie down together beneath the warm s tove . s s s Let the kitten leep under the tove so warm , n While my little darli g lies here on my arm .

sa w I went to the yard , and I the old hen Go clucking about with her chickens ten She clucked and she scratched a n d she hustled w a ay , And what do you think I heard the hen sa y P sa T he su n s I heard her y, never did hine s s m e On anything like to the e chicken of in . a n d s s if You may hunt the full moon the tar , you s plea e , s s But you never will ﬁnd ten such chicken a s the e . M s s w t n s y dear, downy darling , my eet little hi g , Come n estle n ow cozily u nder my wings s d So the hen ai , And the chickens a ll sped

As fast a s they could to their nice feather bed . S i n s so And there let them leep , their feather

warm , l s on m a rm While my ittle chick lie here y . ELI z A EET I I A R ER C T . IN THE MEADOW .

THE meadow is a battle - held ’ s s es Where ummer army com , s s Each oldier with a clover hield,

- s s The honey bee with drum .

o - ta ! h ss Bo m , rat T ey march , and pa T he captain tree who stands Saluting with a sword of grass n s A d giving them command .

’ T is only when the breezes blow oss s Acr the woody hill , s s They houlder arm , and , to and fro,

- ss s March in their full dre drill .

- ta ! Boom , rat they wheel in line And wave their gleaming spears ; i s S n Charge cr e the capta in , giving ig , s And every soldier cheer .

But when the days are growing dim s They gather in their camp , An d sing a good thanksgiving hymn

ﬁr - ﬂ s Around the e y lamp . I 4: Rat - tat - ta ! the bugle n otes

C all good- night to the sky I hope they all have overcoats

To keep them warm and dry .

RAN E S ER S HE RMAN F K D MP T .

L THE LITTLE ONES HE B ESSED .

I WONDER if ever the children Who were blessed by the Mas ter of old his s s Forgot he had made them trea ure , h e s i T d ear little lamb of Hs fold .

I wonder if, angry and wilful, s They wandered afar and a tray, The children whose feet had been guided so s So safe and oon in the way.

s One would think that the mother at evening,

s s - Soft moothing the ilk tangled hair, And low leaning down to the murmur s s s Of weet childi h voice in prayer, Oft bade the s mall pleaders to lis ten If haply again they might hear The words of the gentle Redeemer s Borne wift to the reverent ear.

And my heart cannot cherish the fancy That ever those children went wrong s s And were lo t from the peace and the helter,

Shut out from the feast and the s ong . I 44 Ch i ld- on I S g . 45

s s To the day of gray hair they remembered , s n I think , how the hand that were rive a s h s Were l id on their head when C ri t uttered, s is Of uch the kingdom of Heaven .

h a s s He aid it to you , little darling, ’ Who spell it in God s Word tod ay ; s S You , too, may be orry for inning, You also believe a n d Obey ; ' An d t will grieve the dear Saviour in Heaven s If one little child hall go wrong, s s Be lo t from the fold and the helter, s s Shut out from the fea t and the ong.

R RE S N S ER MA GA T E . A G T . THE RAGGEDY MAN .

0 THE Raggedy Man ! He works fer Pa ; ’ ' An h e s the goodest man ever you sa w s s He come to our hou e every day, ’ ’ ’ s s s s An water the hor e , an feed em hay ’ ’ An he open s the shed - a n we all i st laugh

When he drives out our little old wobble - ly calf ’ — An nen e f our hired girl says he can ’ He s c ow Liza buth milk the fer Ann . Aint he a’ awful good Raggedy Man ! Raggedy ! Raggedy ! Raggedy Man !

’ ’ W Ma n— he s ist so y, The Raggedy good ’ ’ He splits the kin dli n an chops the wood ’ s s An nen he pade in our garden , too, ’ ” ’ s s s s An doe mo t thing at boy can t do. He c lu mbed clean up in our big tree ’ ’ An shooke d a apple down fer me ’ ’ ’ ’ n other n for Liza bu th An , too, Ann ’ ’ ’ r M An n othe n a n . , too , fer The Raggedy ' Aint he a awful kind Raggedy Man ! Raggedy ! Raggedy Raggedy Man I 46

’ s s s An The Raggedy Man, he know mo t rhyme , ’ ’ s e f s i s An tell em , I be good , omet me ' ’ ’ s Giu n ts riffu n s s Know bout , an G , an Elve , ’ ’ An the S qu idgic u m- Squ ees a t swa llers their selves ’ s - An , wite by the pump in our pa ture lot, ’ s a t W u n ks i s He howed me the hole the got, ’ ’ ’ At s wa i n r can live y deep the g ound , an ' Liza bu th A n n Turn into me , er ! Aint he a funny old Raggedy Man ! Raggedy ! Raggedy ! Raggedy Man !

— The Raggedy Man one time when he ’ ’ ’ W a s - n - makin a little bow orry fer me, ’ s ou r e u Pa i s Say , When y big like yo r , ’ Air you go to keep a ﬁne store like hi s ’ — ’ An be a rich me rch u n t a n wear ﬁn e clothes P ’ Er a i r ss s what you go to be, goodne know ’ ’ n e n Liza buth An he laughed at Ann , ’ ’ ’ s s M An I ay , go to be a Raggedy Man ’ ’ I m ist go to be a nice Raggedy Man ! Raggedy ! Raggedy ! Raggedy Man !

ES HI C O E R I E Y JAM W T M L . h ” R y m es of Ch i l d h ood .

T HE OW EN - ERRI MPA N v B M LL C O . P JACK I N T HE PUL IT .

JACK in the Pulpit

P a s - re che to day, Under the green trees s Ju t over the way.

s - s w Squirrel and ong parro ,

High on their perch ,

Hear the sweet lily- bells

Ringing to church .

w his C ome , hear hat reverence Rises to sa y In his low painted pulpit

- This calm Sabbath day . Fair is the canopy s Over him een , ’ s Pencilled by Nature hand , r Black , brown and g een . n is his s Gree urplice , Green are his ha n ds In his queer little pulpit s s n d s The little prie t ta .

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1 0 Ch ild- on 5 S g .

ss a n d Guilele frail, Meek little faces Upturned a n d pale ;

- s Wild wood geranium , s All in their be t, Languidly leaning In purple gauze dressed All are assembled

To hear what the pries t his sa In pulpit will y.

Look ! white India n pipes On the green moss es lie ! Who has been s moking Profanely so nigh ! Rebuked by the preacher s is s The mi chief topped, s s s But the inner , in ha te , e Have their little pip s dropped . the n c Let wind , with the fragra e

Of fern and black birch , Blow the s mell of the smoking Clean out of our church

So much for the preacher s s The ermon come next , h ow Shall we tell he preached it, And where wa s his text ! Alas like too many Grown- up folks wh o play At worship in churches

Ma n - - builded to day, W e heard n ot the preacher Expound or discuss ;

But we looked at the people, u s And they looked at . sa w ss s We all their dre e , Their colors and shapes ; s The trim of their bonnet , a s The cut of their c pe .

- We heard the wind organ , e The be and the bird, But of J ack in the Pulpit We heard not a word

ANONv MOU S . - THE SNOW HOUSE .

s A LL yesterday it s nowed and nowed , s And all la t night, until the road W a s whiter than the downy s prea d

m - Upon y cozy trundle bed .

And once, before the daylight broke , a s w When from the land of dre m I oke , I heard the poor wind whine and moan ’ he s Like Carlo when left alone . Then high above the ﬂeecy plain sun s s h The red prang, and hook is mane, And every window seemed like cake s s The bu y city baker make .

So I got all my warm wraps out,

And buttoned tight my roundabout, s v s And found my ho el in the hed , s And houted loud and long to Ned , m t ns s Until he ca e wi h a wering crie , All bundled to the very eyes ; ra n Then down the orchard path we , wa s wa s And Ned rear and I van .

the W s With doleful wail ind till blew, s ﬂou n dered And , oh, what drift we through I 52

THE SERENADER .

AW I S a gallant cavalier,

In raiment rich and rare,

With gems a - hanging from h i s cloak his And twinkling in hair. r a s s They glitte ed he wept along, s s A million park of ﬂame, And then methought I heard his voice

- S a s A inging he came . o He lightly thrummed a mand lin, I ts s r tone right chee ily rang, s s Like raindrop pattering on the eave , And this is W hat he sang s s Heigho Demoi elle Dai y,

Loosen your wimple white .

Heigho Violet darling,

Open your blue eyes bright. i r ss s ts He gho g a e and leaﬂe , Hear you my tender call !

Heigho Come, pretty Mayﬂower, s s You are the hye t of all .

P ss - Heyday, come u y willow,

Wrapped in your hood of fur, I 54 Ch il d- on I S g . 55

ff Heyday, come , Da odilly, Pr s s ithee arou e and tir.

s - s Heyday, gone are the now drift , is i s Gone the bit ng bla t . m s Heyday, wake , pretty aiden , u is st S mmer coming at la . a: at a: a: 'It

A hundred pretty heads peeped out To hear the gentle s ound A hundred pretty heads peeped out

Above the frozen ground . ’ his s t He ﬂung jewel o er hem all, ss s A crown of heatle ﬂame , s v A fa cinating ca alier, s To wake a hundred dame . sir ! i s Who are you , I anx ou cried, r I fain would lea n your power . s The Serenader laughed , and aid , i s My name April Shower.

MELI U RR A A B . A SLEEPING CHILD .

I PS s . L , lip , open s s s Up come a little bird that live in ide,

s s s . Up come a little bird , and peep , and out he ﬂie

s s s s s s s All the day he it in ide , and ometime he ing Up he comes and out he goes at night to s prea d his s wing .

i P Little b rd , little bird , whither do you ﬂee e e Far away around the world while nobody can s .

Little bird , little bird , how long will you roam P

All round the world and around again home .

r Round the round world, and back th ough the

air, s is e When the morning come , the little bird th re .

s s Back come the little bird , and look , and in he s ﬂie ,

s l O s h is s . Up wake the litt e boy, and pen both eye

U ’ P N THE T RKEY S O I ION .

WHAT dost tho u think of drumsticks !

s - I a ked a barn yard bird .

He grinned a turkey grin, and then He answered me this word

’ ’ to They re good to eat , they re good beat , s a s v But ure I am li ing, ’ They re best to ru n away with b h s The week efore T ank giving .

NN A A M . - WILLIE I - WONT PLAY .

WI LFU L Willie I - Wont- Play Always wants to have his way ; With h im it is I or me ’ be Whatsoe er the sport may ,

’ - Prisoner s - Goal or Pull Away,

- Wilful Willie I - Wont Play .

s If another fa ter run , th s Though e game be ju t begun, ’ s s Then he ll pout and ulk and cowl ,

a s - Gloomy a day caught owl,

Spoil the whole glad holiday,

u I - - P Wilf l Willie Wont lay .

’ s h Where the boy would be like im, n d Stout of arm a strong of limb , a s s Hearty a ailor, yet Ever in a selﬁsh pet ! u his sa Shame pon head, I y,

I - - P Wilful Willie Wont lay.

A RD CLI NTON SCOLL .

o r t I S 6 O E ND DAY . C py igh , 9 , by C P LA ’ A CHILD S THOUGHT OF GOD.

THEY sa y that God lives very high ! But if you look above the pines see ! You cannot our God . And why s And if you dig down in the mine , se You never e Him in the gold , ’ Though from Him all that s glory shines.

is s God good, He wear a fold Of heaven and earth across His face

Like secrets kept for love untold . ,

But s till I feel that His embrace

s r s s Slide down by th ill , through all thing made, Through sight and sound of every place As if my tender mother la id ’ s s s ss On my hut lid her ki ses pre ure,

- a me s Half w king at night and aid , ss Who ki ed you through the dark , dear guesser P

E H R ETT ROW NI NG ELI ZAB T BA R B .

hil d - on 1 62 C S g .

ﬂe c Under that e y tent, ss C arele of cold , Blithe little Dandelion

Counteth her gold . Meek little Dandelion

Groweth more fair, Till dies the amber dew

Out from her hair. s sun High rides the thir ty , Fiercely and high ; Faint little Dandelion Closeth her eye .

P ale little Dandelion ,

s In her white hroud,

Heareth the angel- breeze Call from the cloud Tiny plumes ﬂuttering Make no delay ! Little winged Dandelion S oa re th away .

E EN B TW I It. H L B . OS C R HANT LITTLE O P ANNIE .

’ LI TTLE Orph a n t Annie s come to our house to s tay, ’ ’ ’ s e s s s An wa h th cups an aucer up , an bru h the s crumb away , ’ ’ S s Off s the An hoo the chicken the porch , an du t ’ s hearth , an weep, ’ ’ ’ a the r An make the ﬁre , an b ke bread, an ea n her board an ’ keep

’ s s An all us other children , when the upper thing i s done , ’ We set around the kitchen ﬁre an has the most est fun

’ ’ ’ A list n i n to the witch - tales a t Annie tells ahoun ’ ’ An the Gobble - u n s a t gits you Ef you Don ’ t Watch Out !

’ ’ One t they was a little boy wouldn t sa y his s prayer , ’ An s s when he went to bed at night, away up tair , 163 16 C hild - on 4 S g .

’ h eered a n his Mammy him holler, Daddy heered him bawl , ’ h kivvers o ’ w en they turn t the d wn, he wasn t there at all

’ s - they eeked him in the rafter room , an cubby ’ an s hole, pre s,

' ’ s d him - ﬂ eeke up the chimbly ue , an ever s where , I guess ; all they ever found was thist his pants roundabout

’ th e Gobble - un s ll git you Ef you Don ’ t Watch Out !

’ ’ ’ ud s r An one time a little girl allu laugh an g in, ’ ’ ’ ’ An make fun of ever one, an all her blood an kin ; ’ ’ ’ e was m a n An on t, when they co pany, ole s a folk w s there , ’ ’ ' ’ m s s shé She mocked e , an hocked em , an aid didn ’ t care ! ’ ’ ' An thist as sh e ls tum t kicked her hee , an to run

and hide , ’ They wa s two great big Black Things a - standin s by her ide, ’ ' ' An they snatched her through the ceilin fore she ’ knowed what she s about !

THE BAD BOY .

ONCE a little round - eyed lad r Determined to be ve y bad .

his s He called porridge na ty pap , ’ u s s And threw it all in n r e lap .

’ is s s s u H gentle i ter cheek he h rt, s his r He mudged pinny in the di t.

s He found the bellow , and he blew The pet canary right in two !

And when he went to bed at night sa h is s He would not y prayer aright.

This pained a lovely twinkling s tar

That watched the trouble from afar.

- s s She told her bright faced friend . and oon

The dreadful rumor reached the moon .

ss Old The moon , a go iping dame , ’ s s Told Father Sun the bad boy hame .

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And then the giant sun began s s A very ati factory plan .

’ Upon the naughty rebel s face his b m He would not pour ea y grace .

He would not S troke the dark - brown strands

With entertainin g shiny hands . The little garden of the boy ’ s m ss e s Seemed de ert , i ing heav n joy.

’ But all his sister s tulips grew t s a n d Magniﬁcent wi h hine dew .

’ s Where er he went he found a hade , wa s the But light poured upon maid .

s s his s He al o lo t, by di grace , ’

s su n h is s . That indoor , mother face

His father sent him up to bed

With neither kiss nor pat for head .

his s s u s And in leep he had ch foe , Bad fairies pinched his curling toes

his s his a rs They bit ear , they pulled h i , s s They threw him three time down the ta irs .

0 little boys who would not miss ’ ’ s s ss A father and a mother ki . 1 63 Child - on S g .

a se s s Who would not c u a i ter pain , n sun to s Who wa t the hine agai n,

Who want s weet beams to tend the plot

r s - - Where g ow the pet forget me not,

s Who hate a life of treaming eyes , o s Be go d , be merry, and be wi e .

ORMAN N GALE . ” x r om S on s F g for L i ttle Peopl e.

P ‘ A RETTY GAME .

T HE sun and rain in ﬁckle weather

- - s Were playing hide and eek together, And each in turn would try to chase

i - The other from h s hiding place .

s sa - b At la t they met to y good y, ! o s a d sk And lo a rainb w p nne the y.

NNA RA . A M . P TT A FAREWELL .

s MY fa irest child, I have no ong to give you No lark could pipe to skies so dull a n d gra y ss Yet , ere we part, one le on I can leave you For every day

s l Be good , weet maid, and et who will be clever ; t s Do noble hing , not dream them , all day long so a s And make life, de th , and that va t forever On e n s s . gra d , weet ong

H R E C A LES KI NGS L v . PP HA INESS .

THE happiest thing The frees t thin g That man may hope

I s a sun - bonnet mite Of a country child In the top

Of an apple tree . AR A ON M Y D WS .

Chil d on S g .

the s s s s Keep watch of pa enger , thu I pray , For to me they are very dear s s And pecial ward , O graciou Lord, ' n O er the gentle engi eer .

D R DE S S O E GA WA A TT . FIVE LITTLE WHITE HEADS .

FI VE little white heads peeped out of the mold , When the dew wa s damp and the night wa s cold And they crowded their way through the soil with pride ; Hurra h ! We are going to be mushrooms !

they cried .

B t s un su n s u the came up , and the hone down , And the little white heads were withered and brown ; s Long were their face , their pride had a fall

t n - s s They were no hi g but toad tool , after all .

ER E RN E D WALT L A . A LITTLE QUAKER .

A tr u e i n ei den t ! .)

I s s S W TH hand cla ped oftly in your lap, a t And h ir tucked back benea h your cap ,

s ss And nowy kerchief trimly cro ed , And lifted eyes in reverie lost P Friend hoebe, wont you tell me why You look s o far away and sigh ! ’ v l t Why don t you lea e your i tle chair, And take the sunshine and fresh air !

t Friend Edith , I will tell hee why

sit so s l s s s . I til , and ometime igh

’ Dear grandma says we ca n t be right ’ Unless we have the inner light . ’ ’ !I didn t have the inner light, Although I tried with all my might !)

ﬁrst- s Well , day morning grandma goe w s a s s To meeting, al ay , thee know , s me And either take John , Ruth , or ;

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' I 8 Ch zl d on 7 S g .

It seeme d to me I mus t obey

a e S t I w lk d raight out the open door. ws did so No child , thee kno , before .

’ To punish me !I m sure I t 3 right ’ I didn t have the inn er I ’ m not allowed to go and play s Till I make up for ye te rda y . ’ s s e Oh , dear, I mu tn t peak to th e ’ ’ — ’ I t s silent meeting don t thee see P DI H HO E T M . T M AS . ' W O U L D N T I T B E N I L F R FO R ro S M I L E T HA N — ’ I a g e 1 7 9 .

I SO Chel d - on S g .

’ And wouldn t it be wiser

Than waiting like a dunce , o w s To g to ork in earne t , And learn the th ing at once P

s s s Suppo e that some boy have a hor e, A n d some a coach and pair ; o s s Will it tire y u le while walking, ’ To say “ it isn t fair ! And wouldn ’ t it be nobler s To keep your temper weet, And in your heart be thankful You can walk upon you r feet P

’ s s Suppo e the world don t plea e you, so And the way me people do , Do you think the whole creation Will be altered just for you ! ’ m And isn t it , y boy or girl, s s s The wi e t, brave t plan, ’ es s Whatever com or doe n t come , To do the best you can !

PHOREE CA RY . COME , LITTLE LEAVES .

O l s s C ME, ittle leave , aid the wind one day . Come over the mea dows with me and play ; Put ss s d on your dre e of red and gol , s is s For ummer gone and the day grow cold .

’ as s W s Soon the leave heard the ind loud call, a n d Down they came fluttering , one all ; s n fle w Over the brown field they da ced and , s s Singing the weet little ong they knew .

’ - b s so Cricket , good y, we ve been friend long, s u s s n Little brook , ing your farewell o g ; Say you are sorry to see us go ; ss u s W w Ah , you will mi , right ell we kno .

s ﬂeec d Dear little lamb in your y fol , Mother will keep you from harm and cold ; l a n d Fond y we watched you in vale glade . ” w v s P Say, ill you dream of our lo ing hade

w n s Dancing and hirli g , the little leave went , l n Winter had ca led them , and they were conte t ; o s s i s S o n , fa t a leep in the r earthy bed , v r s The sn ow laid a co e lid over their head . EOR E OO ER G G C P . POP- C THE ORN MAN .

’ THERE S a queer little man liv es down the street

r th e br a s w s me e Whe e two of o de t high ay t , ’ e t e s s l of a ss In a que r li tl hou e that ha f it gl , n s a ll who a ss With wi dow open to p ,

’ low t le oo a t s e ﬂa t And a li t r f th n arly ,

’ m a s la a s Pa a s s And a chi ney b ck p be t hat . s is t on th s u n n l n Oh , the hou e buil i f y p a ’ Because it s the home of th e pop- corn ma n

How s s h e S l e s a t ! doe he leep , if e p all

He m s u e a u t roll p like a rubb r b ll , s r a n d s or mse Or like a qui rel , t e hi lf

- u n d r h e S All h u ddly cuddly e t helf.

’ If he wa n ted to s tre tch h e d sca rc e h a ve spa ce

h is a t s a l e s u re t ce . In b re lit le , p re ittl , q a li tle pla

em oo e u i n ca n He se s like a rat c p d p a ,

t s tle o - r ma n ! This brisk li tle, fri k lit p p co n

’ s s th e wa l o s I know he wi e by y he o k ,

’ ’ u s t th e m e n I v e s e e n i n o s For h e s j like bo k ,

his a r Off a n d h i s s n e s With h i worn , qui ty ye , ’ his w n e s — ow h e s w se And ri kl , too , oh , I kn i And then just think of the wa y he make s a ll m s ow a e s T he corn ju p into n y ﬂ k , o o o ! i n h is v re a n With a p p p p p p co e d p ,

s e t e a l - c orn ma n Thi qu er li tle , d r litt e pop

I N ON S C O RD CL T LLA .

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If there ain ’ t Snowdrop ! Seems to me ’ She d better stay where

She oughter be . Wonder what brought her o Out s soon .

’ ’ S pose she thought t wa s

Afternoon .

’ She ll get her nos e nipped ; Serve her right ! Small children like her ’ us s M t keep out o ight .

’ Winds needn t blow so ! s s Make uch a din .

’ s - ss Good graciou , gue I d Better go in

’ Where s my blanket gone ! Cold hurts so ! Poor little Crocus i s ’ — Freez in u p oh !

’ ’ B liev e o I m an orphan , n w, ’ — Goin to die — And be a h angel Up in the sky

N . L. C LA RItS O IN A W OUT THE ME DO S .

s so s so OU T in the meadow fre h and dewy, the ws Out in meado at breaking of day,

’ O n i n s the s e of s p g their eye at ﬁr t b am unlight ,

- w s h , th e s s sa We i you good morrow dai ie y. w the m Golden and hite in orning light ,

- s ou , th e a s es s We wi h y good morrow d i i ay.

s Out in the ﬁeld in the glory of noontide , s a n d s Out where the bee the butterﬂie play , s n v Through their white lid looking up i to Hea en , l v h s n s he is s sa t e t . We o e bright u hine, da ie y l t Golden and white in the noontide igh . s s da s s sa We love the bright un hine , the i ie y.

Out in the ﬁeld whe n the bright sunlight fadeth h Gilding the illtop with lingering ray,

’ s s a s s Clo ing their eye the day glory dieth , ” - s d v s s sa . We wi h you goo e ening, the dai ie y v l Golden and white in the e ening ight .

i s ou - ai s s sa . We w h y good evening , the d ie y

Out s s s r in the ﬁeld in the quiet , weet ta light , s s the Hushed all confu ion and noi e of day, I S 5 1 86 Ch i ld - on S g .

a s s e w e r s h d All f t a l ep , ith th i golden eye i den ,

w the orrow th e a s e s s a We ake on m , d i i y. o a n w e i n h e s s a r G lden d hit t till t light,

on m s s sa . We wake the orrow, the dai ie y NON OU S A YM . ” s Fr om S on g s a n d Ga mes for L i ttl e On e . Pric e By a rra n ge me n t w ith

V I S ON C O N OS ON . OLI E R D T MPA Y, B T

Th i s li ttl e i h a d n on e p g , Not a crumb nor a morsel of brea d ; SO he swu ng on the gate wa s Until it late, t r And then he wen hung y to bed .

Th i s li ttl e sa i d W ee wee wee n , , , , ’ I ea n t ji n d my way h ome I the s But no wonder rogu e went a tray, s For he ran down the treet, s When he heard the drum beat . s And he followed the circu all day .

Five little pigs as pink as a rose ’ ’ They re only the baby s tiny toes ; And before they are tucked in the blanket tight ’ s i ze s z I ll e them and quee e them ,

k ss - and i them good night .

NN P R . A A M . ATT E LITTLE BIRD BLU .

I s u s s L TTLE Bird Blue, come ing your ong h a s s so The cold winter weather la ted long , ’ ’ W s s s s e re tired of kate , and we re tired of led , ’ W e re tired of snow- banks a s high a s our heads ; ’ No w we re watching for you .

Little Bird Blue .

as s s r w Soon you ing, then the p ingtime ill come ,

s - b s The robin will call and the honey ee hum , ss s so And the dear little pu ie , cunning and gray,

Will s it in the willow- trees over the way ; as So hurry, ple e do, Little Bird Blue

’ n n in We re longi g to hu t the woods , for we know

Just where th e spring- beauties a n d liverwort grow ’ We re s ure they will peep when they hear you r s s ﬁr t ong, But ou us so why are y keeping waiting long, for ou All waiting y , Little Bird Blue !

’ Fr om Th e You th s Com a p n i on . LONG AFORE HE KNOW ’ ED W HO SANTY VV Z CLAUS U .

' ’ ES 0 — I s J a little bit feller remember till , U st m s cr r s m s s to al o t y fer Ch i t a , like a young ter

will . ’ ’ ’ — ’ ’ Fourth o July s nothin to it ! New- Year s ain t a smell — — ’ Eas ter- Sunday C ircus- day jes all dead in the s hell ow to set Lordy. though , at night, you kn , around a n d hea r The old folks work the story off a bout the sledge a n d deer ’ And Santy skooti n round the roof all wrapped in fu r and fuzz Long afore I knowed who

Sa nty- Claus

U st set a e to wait , and up l te , a we k or two ahead

’ ’ o e w n e r n C uldn t hardly k ep a ake , would t go to bed

’ ’ tt s tewin on t s n r Ki le the ﬁre , and Mo her etti he e

1 2 h d- n 9 C il So g .

’ ' Truth made out o lies like that un s good enough fer me

’ ’ Wisht I still wuz so con ﬁdin I could jes go wild ’ ’ stoc kin s l Over hangin up my , like the little chi d

’ ' C limbin i - be in l n my lap to night , and gg me to te l

’ ” m s s h e Bout the reindeer , and Old Santy that s so love well . ’ I m half sorry fer this little girl sweethea rt of his Long afore She knows who

San ty - C laus JAMES WHI TC OMB RI LE Y

' n F r om Pi) “ O Pa .

T H ~ N E BOW I N MI RRI LL COMPA Y . P THE SLEE ING FLOWERS .

OS s s WH E are the little bed , I a ked , Which in the valleys lie P

s s s s Some hook their head , and other miled , m l And no one ade rep y .

s s a Perhap they did not hear, I id

I will inquire a gain .

s s s Who e are the bed , the tiny bed , So thick upon the plain !

T is daisy in the S hortest

A little farther on , s ﬁ s Neare t the door to wake the r t,

Little leontodon .

is s si r T iri , , and aster,

Anemone and bell , Ba tsc hia in the blanket red , ” And chubby daffodil .

Meanwhile at many cradles Her s sh e bu y foot plied . l 9.3 ' I Ch zl d- on 94. S g .

Humming the quaintest lullaby

That ever rocked a child .

Hush ! Epigea wakens

s s s h e r s The crocu tir lid , ’ r s is r s Rhodo a cheek c im on ,

’ s r n s She d eami g of the wood .

r Then , tu ning from them , reverent , ’ - t t i s h e s Their bed ime , s aid ;

The bumble - bees will wake them s a re When April wood red .

I I C IN N EM LY D K SO .

I THE NEAREST FR END .

R s s ! m s DEA Je u ever at y ide, m s How loving u t Thou be, v To lea e Thy home in heaven , to guard

A little child like me .

Thy beauti ful and s hining face see I not, though so near ; sw ss s low v The eetne of Thy oft , oice

I am too deaf to hear .

m n I cannot feel Thee touch y ha d , ss With pre ure light and mild , a s h To check me, my mot er did

When I wa s but a child .

u s But I have felt Thee in my tho ght , Fighting with sin for me ; s w And when my heart love God , I kno

The sweetness is from Thee .

Y es ! s when I pray, Thou praye t too , Thy prayer is all for me ; B ut s s e s when I leep , Thou le pe t not, s But wa tch e t patiently .

F F S E R . W. A . ! CHILDREN , SING

I R E s Him se CH LD N , ing to who love Broods you r happy liv es above Raise your tuneful v oices high To our Father in the S ky

s w For the ﬂower and for the heat, t For the cold and for the hea , a n d ra For the fruit for the g in, s n For the sun hine and the rai .

S w s a Children , ing to Him ho e c re Makes the lan d so rich and fair ; Raise your tuneful v oices high To our Father i n the sky

’ s For the mother look of grace , ’ s For the baby little face, ’ s s ss For the morning mile of bli ,

- h s For the happy good nig t ki s .

s s Children , ing to him who e hand Rules and guards our nativ e land Lift your joyous voices high To our Father in the sky 197 For th e r s t a t s w chee y bell h ing, An d e a n d n for freedom p al ri g,

’ n o s a n d W And for ati n peace ealth, a ss For our gl dne and our health .

n S n s v Childre , i g to One who e lo e Broods your merry da ys abov e Lift your tun efu l v oices high sk To our Father in the y.

R RE . S N S ER MA GA T E A G T .

200

The papers always are mislaid W o s ! h had them la t, but he ’ There s no one tosses them about

d . But Mr. Nobo y

The ﬁn g er- marks upon the doors By none of u s are made v s s W e never lea e the blind unclo ed ,

To let the curtains fade . The ink we never S pill ; the boots see That lying round you , s Are not ou r boot . They all belong o To Mr. Nob dy.

a Fr om Th e Ri v er s i de M g a z i n e .

THE DEAD DOLL .

’ — YOU needn t be tryin g to comfort me I tell you my dolly is dea d ’ ’ s u se i n sa n sh e sn There no yi g i t , with a crack a i n her a like th t he d . ’ ’ It s j us t like you said it wouldn t h urt mu ch to

a v t ou t t a da h e my too h , h t y ’ w ma n st u off And then hen the mo p lled my head , ’ w s a you hadn t a ord to y.

' A n d u ss ou s t n ba bv wh I g e y mu t hi k I m a , en you sa y you c a n men d it with glue ’ A s n w e t e t n a ! s t if I didn t k o b t r ha th t Why , ju su ppose it wa s you ! — You might make h e r l ooh all me nde d but what do I ca re for looks P

’ W h s for a s a n d a s a n d s y, glue ch ir t ble , toy , and th e backs of books

! own tt e ! I t 5 My dolly my li l daughter Oh , but the a wfu ll est cra ck It just makes me sic k to thin k of the sound when her poor head wen t whack Ch ild- on 20 S g . 3

Against tha t horrible brass thing that holds up th e l s ittle helf. Nurse w s P Now, y, hat make you remind me I know that I did it myself

— ’ I think you mus t be crazy you ll g e t her a h

other head . What good would forty heads do her ! I tell you is my dolly dea d . ’ And to think I hadn t quite ﬁnished h e r elegant new spring h a t A n d I took a sweet ribbon of hers las t night to tie on that horrid ca t ! — When my mamma gave me th at ribbon I wa s pla ying out i n the yard ’ s me os ss s She aid to , m t expre ly , Here a ribbon ’ e a e for Hild g rd .

n w a n d A d I ent and put it on Tabby, Hildegarde sa w me do it ;

’ s s be But I aid to my elf Oh , never mind , I don t lieve s he knew It

sh e n ow s be B u t I know that knew it , and I ju t

lieve I do , l wa s s o That her poor ittle heart broken , and her

head broke too . t l a s m Oh , my baby my li t e b by I wi h y head had been hit ! ’ ’ v i t s For I ve hit it o er and over, and ha n t cracked

a bit . Ch ild- on a 04 S g .

’ is s be But since the darling dead , he ll want to s buried , of cour e t w s ou We will take my li tle agon , Nur e , and y s hall be the horse ’ ’ a n d a n d w And I ll walk behind cry, e ll put her in s see thi , you

’ This dear little box a n d we ll bu ry her there out

- tr under the maple ee .

a m s the And pap will ake me a tomb tone , like one he made for my bird ’ h Im it— e s And he ll put what I tell on y , every single word

‘ s al sa s a u I h l y Here lie Hildegarde , beautif l is doll, who de a d rt She died of a broken hea , and a dreadful crack ’ in her head .

R RE A NDE RI PT MA GA T V G . ' ” Ori i n a u bl I S h e d i n Th e You th s Com a n i on g lly p j .

LITTLE THINGS .

A LI TTLE burn will hurt A little sti n g will sma rt And little unkind words

Will grieve a little heart .

’ “ T s Fr om h e You th Comja n i on . PUSSY WILLOW .

PU SS Y Willow wakened t n a From her Win er p, For the frolic Sprin g Breeze

On her door w ou l d tap .

It i s chilly wea ther Though the su n feels good ; I will wrap up warmly ; s n Wear my un y hood .

Mistress Pussy Willow Opened wide h e r door ; Never had the su n shine so Seemed bright before . Never had the brooklet Seemed so full of cheer ; morn In P ss Good g , u y Willow,

Welcome to you, dear

Never gues t wa s qua inter Pussy came to town 207 a o8 h l - n C i d So g .

In a hood of S ilver gray

An d a coat of brown .

Happy little C hildren r i s o C ied w th laugh and h ut, r is co Sp ing ming , coming, ’ P ss s u y Willow out .

T E . W N KA L B RO .

2I o Ch i ld - on S g ,

How a stra n s , why, or for wh t all nge thi g are wa s s She only a child at chool ,

’ ’ S he T i s a r s But thought, a p t of God great plan ,

That even I should do a ll tha t I can .

So S h e helped another child along wa s hi s When the way rough to feet, And sh e sa n g from her h ea rt a little song That we all thought wondrous sweet ;

A n d a — a a - wo ma n her f ther we ry, toil rn “ a th e es a ca n S id , I , too, will do b t th t I . R S N RET . A GS E R MA GA E T . “ P A ROUND TRI .

T T i v ille s A red the trip begin , W e soon reach Drowsy Ce n ter The gates of Sleepyla n d we push s Apart and lowly enter .

e s e Within are dr am of ev ry kind, And naps of every nation mu s s We t take care , or nightmare mad s u s S Will cha e from the tation .

’ But when we ve once reached S lu mbertown ’ We v e n o more nee d to worry

The journey back to Wide - Awake a r We t ke in quite a hu ry .

I E I NN J U L M . L PPMA . P - THE OWL AND THE USSY CAT .

THE Owl and the Puss y- Cat went to sea

In a beautiful pea- green boat s They took ome honey, and plenty of money

ﬁve - t Wrapped up in a pound no e . o The Owl looked up to the mo n above , s s And ang to a mall guitar, 0 P ss P ss lovely u y O u y, my love ! a t Puss Wh t a beau iful y you are , a re You , What a beautiful Pussy you are

Pu to Owl ssy said the , You elegant fowl How won derfu l sweet you sing ! 0 us — too we v let be married , long ha e tarried But what shall we do for a ring ! They sailed away for a year and a day

th n - r s To the land where e Bo g tree g ow .

- wi s And there in a wood , a piggy g tood his s With a ring in the end of no e, His s no e ,

t a th e e n d of his s Wi h ring in no e .

THE STORY OF GRUMBLE TONE .

R wa s a u m TH E E a boy n med Gr ble Tone , who ran

awa y to sea .

’ s c t s h e s I m i k of hing on land , aid , a s S ick a s I c a n be A life upon the bounding wa ve will suit a lad like me

The seethin g ocean billow failed to S timulate his rt mi h , h e e the ess n or For did not lik v el , the dizzy rolling t ber h , And he thought th e se a wa s a lmost a s unpleasant r a s the e a th .

a s sa w He wandered into foreign l nd , he each won drous S ight, But nothing th a t he heard or s a w s eemed just

exactly right . n d so n s s A he jour eyed on and on , till eeking for e d light.

He ta e w n s a d e s h e lk d ith ki g and l i fa ir, dined i n u r s e sa co t , th y y, a n d on e to But always found the people dull , l g d get away To s e a rch for that myste rious la n d where he

S hould like to s tay .

e v a ll the his ew He wander d o er world , hair gr h t a s s w w i e no , a c e th e n a u n e a t a s e u s He re h d ﬁ l bo r l t , wh re all of m s u t go , r n n s e s But neve fou d the la d he ought. The r a on would you know P

’ s wa s t so e h is The rea on that, nor h or uth , wher er s s e t tep w re ben . or s ea i n u ba ll h e u n di s On land , co rt or , fo d but conte nt For he took his disposition with him eve rywhere

he went .

ELLA W HEE LER W I Lc ox . Fr om B e a u t if u l L a n d of N

u s e C ONIt EY O N . P bli h d by W . B . C MPA Y TO WHOM SHALL WE GIVE THANKS !

A LI TTLE boy had sought the pump s From whence the parkling water burst . And drank with eager joy the draught his rs That kindly quenched raging thi t. be his ca Then gracefully touched p, I P sa thank you , Mr. ump, he id , ’ s i v i v For thi n ce drink you e g en me .

s - !Thi little boy had been well bred . )

s u t ma n Then aid the p mp My li tle , ’ You re welcome to what I have done ; a m But I not the one to thank ,

I only help the water run . ! s Oh then, the little fellow aid , P w s ! olite he al ay meant to be ,) as Cold Water, ple e accept my thanks . ” You have been very kind to me .

’ sa C e ! Ah id old Water, don t thank m For up the hillside lives a spring s s r s That end me fo th with generou hand , " T O gladden every living thing . ’ sa I ll thank the Spring, then, id the boy, his And gracefully he bowed head . 2I 6

- BABY LAND .

WH I C H i s the way to Baby- la nd ! Any on e ca n tell on e Up ﬂight, To your right P s n lea e to ri g the bell.

Wha t ca n you se e i n Baby- La nd ! o s i n w t Little f lk hi e , w s Do ny head ,

a - ds Cr dle be , s a n d Face pure bright .

What do they d o i n Baby- Land ! n d Dream and wake a play , n d Laugh a crow,

Shout and grow , mes t J olly ti have hey .

What do th ey sa y in Ba by - Lan d d es n s Why, the o d t thi g Might a s well Try to tell s s What a birdie ing . t P Who i s th e quee n of Ba by- La n d Mother kin d a n d s we e t A n d h er v e lo ,

r Bo n above , s th e e Guide little fe t .

G C R E OO E R O G C P . WINTER JEWELS .

A M I LLI ON little diamon ds s Twinkled in the tree , th e s And all little children aid , ou s A jewel , if y plea e But while they held their hands s To catch the diamond gay, s s A million little unbeam came, s And tole them all away .

N N A O YMOUS . ” Fr om S on g s a n d Ga m es f or L i ttl e On es . Pri ce By a rra n g emen t with

OLI v E R I TS ON OM N OST ON . D C PA Y, B

222 Ch i l d- on S g .

’ n e t He pu ch d out the pe h , an nen he put A pl ug i n the e n d with a hole notched through ; ’ Nen took the old d ra wey- kn ife a n cut ’ ’ An ma ked a handle a t shoved cle an S hut i st But where yer hand held to .

’ ’ An he wropt th u ther e n d with some string a n white ’ ’ Piece 0 the sleeve of a old tored s hi rt ’ n en S e h t t An he how d me to old it igh , ’ ’ An s uck i n the water a n work it right ’ ’ A n I t u d i st squirt a n squ irt !

ES HI C O B I E JAM W T M R L Y. ” s o F r om S on g of Ch i l d h o d .

T H OW EN - E R O N E B M RI LL C MPA Y. HAMMOCK LULLABY .

C O a a n d s w n m m e ME , b by , i g in the ha mock with ,

- a - b e roc - a - b e e a r Rock y , k y , d ; ’ s n ou a ou s m we e rds i n re I ll i g y b t o e bi the t e ,

oc - - b e c - - d a a a . R k y , ro k bye , e r e i n a a mm a ll da a n d a ll n ht Who liv h ock y ig , And se e the gold sta rs a n d th e moon s hin in g bright ; The win d swin gs their cradle so s n u g a n d so

tight ,

A s - a - r - a - b e a they rock bye , ock y , de r .

e o - m t e wit a me - o r a s t Th ir riole o h r, h ﬂ c lo ed bre ,

- a - b e oc - a - b e de a r Rock y , r k y , ,

t u le th e m c lose a s sh e c ro n s e r s Do h c dd o th m to e t ,

- - - - c a roc a ea r. Ro k bye , k bye , d They a ll tu ck thei r he a ds be nea th their s oft W n s i g ,

A n d pee p to ea ch othe r while mothe r- bird S in gs we rs a n d c r e s a n d n c e l tt e h n s Of ﬂo her i i i l t i g ,

- - - - As e r a b e c a b e a . th y ock y , ro k y , de r

’ ’ s oon be a n odd n a s ou n n ow They ll i g , y re doi g ,

- a - b e r c - a - b e de a r Rock y , o k y , 223 th s t a - w My own little comfort , wi wee b by bro ,

- - - - a a . Rock bye , rock bye , dear No longer the wind need his res tless watch keep ;

The h - a s dear little heads next the mot er he rt leep . An d ws e the lazy old hammock may dro ily cre p ,

AS - - - - c a c a a . we ro k bye , ro k bye , de r

H TT E R E S ER N C ARLO B W T JORD A .

DP THE SAN IPER .

C ROS S A the lonely beach we ﬂit , One little sandpiper and I s a bi t And fa t I g ther, bit by ,

r - od l d s a a n d . The cattered d ift wo , b e ched ry s s it The wild wave reach their hand for , w v s s The ild wind ra e , the tide run high , As u w b ﬂit p and do n the each we , n 1 One little san dpiper a d .

s th e s u n c lo s Above our head lle ud , sw ss S k Scud , black and ift , acro the y Like silent ghosts in misty shrouds s s Stand out the white lighthou e high . Almost a s far as eye can reach

see s - Yesse ls ﬂ I the clo e reefed y. As s we a ch fa t ﬂit along the be , l s n l One litt e a dpiper and .

as s ms a I watch him he ki long, Uttering his s weet and mournful He s s fitfu l s tart not at my ong . s t r Nor fla h of flu tering d a pe rv . ha s t t w He no hough of any rong , 225 226 Chi l d - on S g .

He scan s me with a fearless eye d s we we e a n d s Stanch frien are , ll tri d trong,

The little sandpiper and I .

om e w t t - C rad , where il hou be to night , When th e loose d storm bre a ks furiously !

My drift- wood ﬁre will bu rn S O bright To wha t warm S he lte r ca n st thou ﬂy P n ot a t e wr t I do fe r for h e , though o h The te mpes t rushe s through th e sky ’ For a re we n ot o s r n G d child e both , t s a n d i e a n d P Thou , li tle p p r , I

E I C L A THA! TE R .

228 C h el d - on S g .

wa OII s h s Singing a y the haken branc e , Under the light of the happy su n ;

sso s i v s Dropping through blo m l ke a alanche , ’ s w r is Father Oriole o k done .

Four little beaks their mother embolden . Four little throats are round and stron g ; s s Four little ne tling , ﬂedged and golden , a th e w s Gr duate in orld of ong.

ANONY MOU S . ' THE CHILD S WORLD .

R w e b G EAT, id , eautiful , wonderful world , ’ With the wonderful water round you curled , n u ss s And the wo derf l gra upon your brea t, s World , you are beautifully dre t .

n is ve The wo derful air o r me , And the won derful wind i s S haking the tree s s s It walk on the water, and whirl the mill ,

s to s s the s And talk it elf on the top of hill .

d a You , frien ly E rth how far do you go

With the wheat - ﬁelds tha t nod and the riv ers

ﬂow, s s f s s s With citie and garden , and cli f and i le , And people upon you for thousands of miles !

so a so s Ah, you are gre t, and I am mall ,

I tremble to think of you , World , at all

s s - And yet , when I aid my prayer , to day, A whisper inside me seemed to sa y

You are more than the Earth , though you are such a dot ca ! You can love and think, and the Earth nnot

” I LI LL PU T LEC TU RES . A RACE .

A MAD little tear And a sa d little tear

s e r t e tarted a qu e li tl race . I a m a head n r s The a g y tear aid ,

’ hurried down Peggy s s mall

But the sa d little tea r a a t Met gl d lit le tear, t together hey hurried apace .

’ s rr I m o y, mamma, Tru ly I a re !

s r - a won the or y glad te r the race .

RI E G ODEN MA L .

M NEW SO ETHING .

’ — ’ THERE S somethin g n e w at ou r home I m ’ ’ s prised you d id n t kn ow it ; I t ma s e a w u r u a h a te s ke papa fe l f l p o d , lthough he s o to h w it .

’ n is n ot s o e r bu t n The thi g v y big, money could t bu y it ;

’ If a n e ow n s c ou l to se e h im tr y f ll thi k it d , I d like y

it .

’

- — I t s a a - e n n s a t on a o o e a h lf doz thi g ce d ve , a l v , ﬂower ;

Ma mma a lls u n re n a me s a n d n w on es c it a h d d , e ev ery hou r

I t i s a ittle m s c - box tu n e s for e v e r l u i , with y min u te ’ Y ou a v e n on e a t our ou s e a n d so ou a re h t got y h , y n ot i n it .

I t c e rs u its wee a s m e a n t to pu k p , wee mouth , if it wh is tle A gold min e we ighe d ag a inst it the n were lig hter than a thistle — Pa pa said so the othe r night I thought it sounded s plendid ,

s s n s e . And aid it to my elf u til I fell a leep, and end d

’ — Of course you v e guessed it by this time our gift tha t came from heaven Ma mma decla res the darling thing wa s by th e n s v a gel gi en. e s s a re r s a n d s a re But th n ome folk ve y low, ome S tu pid ; ma ybe u sa s n m I o ght to y, right traight and plai , come ho e see and our baby .

R RE N S E R. MA GA T E . S A G T IN THE ORCHARD .

RO I i n r O B N the che ry tree, I hear you caroling your glee The platform where you lightly tread I s u s lighted p with cherrie red , And there you sing among the boughs

P - s Like atti at the opera hou e . Who is the hero in your play To whom you s ing i n such a way ! And why are you so gayly dressed With scarlet ribbons on your breast ! And is your lover good a n d true ! And does he always S in g to you ! Your orchestras are winds that blow

Their blossom - notes to me below And all the trembling leaves are thron gs l u s n s Of people c apping for yo r o g . I wonder if you like i t when I cla p for you to sing again

FRA N It EM S ER S HE R AN D P T M .

I LITTLE BIRD E .

s sa WHAT doe little birdie y, I n her nest at peep of day P sa s i Let me fly, y little bird e. " Mother, let me fly away. s Birdie, re t a little longer, s s Till the little wing are tronger. So she s s re t a little longer, sh e s Then flie away.

s sa What doe little baby y, I n her bed at peep of day ! sa s l Baby y , ike little birdie , s Let me ri e and ﬂy away. s n Baby, leep a little lo ger, s s r Till the little limb are tronge . If she s s leep a little longer, s Baby, too , hall ﬂy away.

ALPRED ORD E N , L T NNYS O . THE BLUEBIRD .

I O s is s KN W the ong that the bluebird inging,

- w is s n n Out in the apple tree here he wi gi g. w s s Brave little fello the kie may be dreary, N s his is so othing care he while heart cheery.

Hark !how the mus ic leaps out from his throat ! Hark wa s there ever so merry a note ! ’ ’ s h e s s Li ten a while , and you ll hear what aying ,

- s s Up in the apple tree winging and waying .

ss s sn Dear little blo om , down under the ow, n You must be weary of winter, I k ow ; s ss ! Hark , while I ing you a me age of cheer

Summer is coming and springtime is here !

Little white s nowdrop I pray you arise Bright yellow crocus !come open your eyes ; s bid Sweet little violet , from the cold , Put on your mantles of purple and gold ff s ! ff s sa P Da odil da odil y, do you hear

Summer is coming and springtime is here

I U N I N ON I E R EM LY H T GT M LL . 239 H THE S OOTING STAR .

’ FROM Ariadne s crown s n Something came ﬂa hi g down, v s O er the di tant town , Over the river and sleeping farms ; The planets above seemed to wink As they watched the traveller sink ;

And motherly Earth, I think , May have folded a little lost star in her E DI TH M

And the wise cloud - mothers sent them ' s a s To keep the world bre t warm , s s Through many a winter un et,

And many a night of S torm .

RGARET I . SANGST ER MA . P E BUTTERCU S AND DAIS I S.

R S a s s BUTTE CUP and D i ie , Oh !the pretty ﬂowers !

the s r n - Coming ere p i g time , s s To tell of unny hour . s s While the tree are leaﬂe s, s a While the ﬁeld are b re, Buttercups and Daisies r Spring up eve ywhere.

s Little hardy ﬂower , n Like to childre poor, P s laying in their turdy health , ’ By their mother s door ; n Purple with the north wi d , a nd Yet alert bold ,

Fearing not, and caring not.

u a - Tho gh they be cold.

What to them is weather P What are stormy showers P u s s s Butterc p and Dai ie , Ch ild on 244 S g .

Are these human ﬂowers P s He who gave them hard hip ,

And a life of care , s s t Gave them, likewi e, hardy treng h , And patient hearts to bear !

el s ! Welcome, y low Buttercup s s ! Welcome , Dai ie white Ye are in my spirit s ! Vi ioned , a delight

Coming ere the springtime Of sunny hours to tell Speaking to our hearts of Him s Who doeth all thing well .

MARY Hoe T .

LITTLE BROWN HANDS .

Y s s THE drive home the cow from the pa ture, the s Up through long hady lane, a s s Where the qu il whi tle loud in the whea tﬁelds, r That are yellow with ripening g ain . i n n ss s They ﬁnd , the thick wavi g gra e ,

s - s r s Where the carlet lipped t awberry grow . s s s They gather the earlie t nowdrop , s s s s And the ﬁr t crim on bud of the ro e .

They toss the new hay in the meadow ;

They gather the elder- bloom white ; They ﬁnd where the dusky grapes purple

- In the s oft tinted October light . s n s They know where the apple ha g ripe t, ’ And are s weeter than Italy s wines ; They know where the fruit hangs the thickest

- s On the long, thorny blackberry vine .

ea - s They gather the delicate s weed , And build tiny castles of sand

sea - S s They pick up the beautiful hell , s a Fairy bark that have drifted to l nd . 245 2 6 Chi l d- on 4 S g .

l e - s They wave from the tal , rocking tr e top ’ Where the oriole s hammock - nest swings ; And at nigh t - time are folded in s lumber s e s n s By a ong that a fond moth r i g .

Those wh o toil bravely are strongest The humble and poor become great ;

And so from these brown - handed children

Shall grow mighty rulers of s tate. s The pen of the author and tatesman , s The noble and wi e of the land . s the h se a n d The word, and c i l , palette, a be the ban Sh ll held in little brown d .

. ROUT M H . K .

Ne w s s hoe , new frock ’ ' s Of s Vague view what o clock,

' it s When time to go to bed , ’ sc s s And orn ublime for what said .

Thinks it odd smiles away ; Yet may God hear her pray !

Bed - gown white kiss Dolly ' - s P Good night that olly.

s s a s see Fa t a leep , you Heaven keep my girl for me

Y E LI LLI PU T LE E . ' THE BUTTERFLY S TOILET.

OH , butterﬂy, how do you , pray, Your wings so prettily array ! Where do you ﬁnd the paints from which To mix your colors warm a n d rich !

s s The butterﬂy, in an wer, aid ,

The roses lend me pink and red ,

s s The violet their deepe t blue, w its And every ﬂo er chosen h ue .

is s - My palette a ro e leaf fair,

u s is - My br h formed of maiden hair,

And dew- drops shining in th e grass ” - s Serve nicely for my looking g las .

T N NI NON WA ERMA . JAC K FROST .

s ar n h T HE Frost looked forth on a till, cle ig t, s s And whispered , Now, I hall be out of ight

So, through the valley, and over the height, ’ In silence I ll take my way. s I will not go on like that blu tering train, the s The wind and now, the hail and the rain , That make such a h ustle and noise i n vain ; ’ But I ll be as busy as they

w a So he ﬂe to the mount in , and powdered s cre t , s s ss He lit on the tree , and their bough he dre ed With diamonds and pearls ; and over the breast s Of the quivering lake , he pread

A coat of mail , that it need not fear The glittering point of many a spear he its Which hung on margin , far and n ear its Where a rock could rear hea d .

th e s s He went to window of tho e who lept, An d over each pane like a fairy crept h e e s Wherever b athed , wherever he tepped, By the morning light were seen 25°

THE BROWN THRUSH .

’ THERE S a merry brown thrush sitting up in the

tree, ' ’ He s s inging to me ! He s singing to me ! s sa i bo And what doe he y, little g rl, little y P ’ s r ! Oh, the world unning over with joy ’ ’ Don t you hear ! Don t you see P Hush ! Look ! In my tree ’ I m as happy a s happy can be !

An d s s s s the brown thru h keep inging, A ne t do see you ,

And ﬁve eggs hid by me in the juniper- tree ! ’ ’ ! i Don t meddle don t touch little g rl, little boy, Or the world will lose some of its joy ! Now I ’ m glad now I ’ m free ! s s be And I alway hall , s If you never bring orrow to me .

s s s So the merry thru h ing away in the tree ,

To you and to me , to you and to me ;

' s s little irl And he ing all the day , g , little boy, ’ s u Oh , the world r nning over with joy ; ’ But long it won t be, ’ ’ Don t you know ! don t you see P Unless we are a s good as can be ! U C RC OM L Y LA . THE FUNNIEST THING IN THE WORLD .

T HE s funnie t thing in the world , I know, ’ ’ ’ I s wa tc hin the monkeys a t s in the S how

’ ’ ’ ’ ’ ’ u m i n ru n n i n n J p an an racin rou , ’ ’ Way up to the top 0 the pole ; n e n down ! ’ ’ ’ rs t r Fi t they re here , an nen they re he e, ’ ’ ’ ’ An ist a most any an ever where ’ ’ ’ S creechin sc ra tchin an wherever they go, ’ s s They re the funnie t thing in the world , I know

’ r s n They e the funnie t thi g in the world , I think ’ ’ Fun ny to watch em eat an drink ; ’ ’ a - wa tch in u s Funny to watch em , ’ An actin mos t like grown folks does ’ ’ Funny to watch em p te n d to be ’ S kee rd at their tail a t they happen to see But the fun nies t thing in the world they do ’ I s never to laugh , like me an you

ES HI TC O E RI E JAM W M L Y . ” F r om R hy mes of Ch i l d h ood .

T HE OW EN- ERRI O P N B M LL C M A Y . MISS FRET AND MISS LAUGH .

ss t C RI Es little Mi Fre , In a very great pet ’ I ha te this warm wea ther ; it s horrid to s s s It corche my no e , n s s s A d it bli ter my toe , n w s a rr a fan A d herever I go I mu t c y .

C hirps little Miss Laugh ’ Why, I couldn t tell half s s The fun I a m having thi bright ummer day. s s I ing through the hour , s And cull pretty ﬂower ,

r i s - h a An d ide like a queen n the weet smelling y.

R RE S NGS ER. MA GA T E . A T

Little white Lily Holdeth her cup Rain is fast falling

And ﬁlling it up . Little white Lily

Said , Good again When I am thirsty To have fresh rain ! Now I am stronger Now I a m cool ;

Heat cannot burn me, ” so My veins are full .

Little white Lily Smells very sweet s s On her head un hine,

Rain at her feet . Thanks to th e su n shine ! Thanks to the rain ! Little white Lily I s happy again

G EOR E C DON D G MA AL . - LITTLE HOME BODY .

’ I - is s L TTLE Home body mother wee pet , Fa irest and sweetest of housekeepers yet ; th e s s Up when ro e in golden light peep , t sew s Helping her mo her to and to weep . n Tidy and prim in her apro and gown , s s s Brighte t of eye , of the bonnie t brown s s s so Tinie t ﬁnger , and needle ﬂeet ! P n n atter of woma hood, down at my feet

- is Little Home body grave and demure , s n s r Weep whe you peak of the w etched and poor, Though sh e can laugh in th e merriest way is While you are telling a tale that gay . s in s Lily that bloom ome lone , leafy nook ;

- ss - s Sly little hide away, mo ided brook ; F r s e s s ai ie are ﬁne, wher the ilver dew fall — H - ir s s ome fa ies the e are the be t of them all .

EOR E OO E R G G C P . LISA AND THE BIRDS .

sa sa TELL me, id little Li , so s t The pretty child wee . Where do you tiny birdies Find all you need to eat P The little birds in answer Sang cheerily : We know ! s a For u , a dainty t ble ’ I s spread where er we go w so The good bro n earth , kindly, Has scarce a single pla nt s s Which will not fea t the birdie , n When seeds or fruits they wa t. So sang the birds to Lisa ; s sa But Li a, pitying, id When little birds are tired Where can they ﬁnd a bed P n e s The gayly chirp d the birdie , In every bush or tree Where we may choose to build them

W e have our dwellings free . s n Lea f haded and lea f h idde , We safely go to rest W as never bed more cosy ’ Than is the birdie s nest. 258

THE FIVE LITTLE CHICKENS .

I s SA D the ﬁr t little chicken, with a queer little s quirm, s I wi h I could ﬁnd a fat little worm .

li s Said the next ttle chicken , with an odd little igh, s I wi h I could ﬁnd a fat little ﬂy.

S Said the third little chicken , with a harp little s queal , s s w I wi h I could ﬁnd ome nice yello meal .

s s Said the fourth little chicken, with a mall igh of

grief, e I wish I could ﬁnd a green little l af.

Said the ﬁfth little chicken , with a faint little moan , n s I wish I could ﬁ d a wee gravel tone .

see s Now, here , aid the mother, from the old

garden patch , I f s s you want any breakfa t , ju t come out here " and scratch .

NON MOU S A Y .

LITTLE JACK FROST.

s l LI TTLE Jack Fro t went up the hi l, s s so s Watching the tar and the moon till, s s so Watching the tar and the moon bright, h And la ughin g alone with all is might . s ran Little Jack Fro t down the hill , s e s Late in the night when the wind w re till, in a s Late the fall when the le ve fell down,

Red and yellow an d faded brown .

Little Jack Frost walked through the trees , 10 s s ez Ah , ighed the ﬂower , we freeze, we fre e .

s ss s . Ah, ighed the gra e , we die, we die

- - a d l J s . S i Litt e ack Fro t , Good bye, Good bye ’ ’ Little Jack Frost tripped round and round, a s r Spre ding white now on the frozen g ound, s s s Nipping the breeze , icing the tream , ’ s Chilling the warmth of the sun bright beams .

s But when Dame Nature brought back the pring, s s Brought back the bird to chirp and ing, s sk Melted the now and warmed the y, s Little Jack Fro t went pouting by.

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s t r s The ﬂower opened hei eye of blue, Gre en buds peeped out and g rasses grew ; was so m s him so It war and corched , l s wa s o Litt e Jack Fro t glad to g . S ANONY MOU . PP GRASSHO ER GREEN .

R SS O R R is G A H PPE G EEN a comical chap , He lives on the best of fare ; s rs Bright little jacket and trou e and cap , his s These are ummer wear. s Out in the meadow he love to go, su n Playing away in the . ’ It s ho ert ski ert pp y, pp y, high and low, ’ s Summer the time for fun .

Grasshopper Gree n ha s a doze n wee boys s a s s s And oon their leg grow trong,

s his s s Each of them join in frolic ome joy , i h is s Sing ng merry ong .

Under the hedge in a happy row, n a s is Soo the day begun , ’ It s h o e rt s ki ert pp y, pp y, high and low, ’ s Summer the time for fun .

ss ha s s Gra hopper Green a quaint little hou e , ’ so a I t s under the hedge g y, m a s s as s Grand other Spider, till a mou e, s him Watche over the way.

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DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY STARS !

DO you know how many stars There are shining in the skies ! Do you know how many clouds

’ Ev ry day go ﬂoatin g by ! has God in heaven counted all,

ss s He would mi one hould it fall .

Do you know how many children GO s to little bed at night , s And without a care or orrow, Wake up in the morning light !

God in heaven each name can tell .

s s . Love you , too , and love you well

ANONYM OU S . THE NIGHT BEFORE C HRISTMAS .

’ i s s T W AS the night before C hr tma , when all through the house wa s s s Not a creature tirring , not even a mou e ; m a The stockings were hung by the chi ney with c re, s s In hopes that St. Nichola oon would be there s s u n s The children were ne tled all g in their bed ,

While visions of sugar - plums danced through their heads ; An d mamma in her kerchief and I in my cap, ’ s s t l s n s n a Had ju t e t ed our brain for a lo g winter p, s s When out on the lawn there aro e uch a clatter, m I sprang fro my bed to see what was the matter. s Away to the window I ﬂew like a ﬂa h, O s s s Tore pen the hutter and threw up the sa h .

s n ew- s The moon , on the brea t of the fallen now,

Gave the luster of mid - day to objects below s s When what to my wondering eye hould appear, s r But a miniature leigh , and eight tiny eindeer, a o With little old driver s lively and quick , , i n s I knew a moment it mu t be St. Nick . Chi l d- on 268 S g .

s his s s More rapid than eagle cour er they came , ’ s s ca ll d b And he whi tled , and houted , and them y

name . s n ow P n ow Now Da her, now Dancer, rancer,

Vixen . l z On, Comet, on, Cupid, on, Dunder and B it en e To th top of the porch, to the top of the wall, s s s Now da h away, da h away, da h away, all As dr s the y leave that before wild hurricane ﬂy,

s When they meet with an ob tacle, mount to the sk y,

s - s s So, up to the hou e top the cour er they ﬂew,

s e s . s . With the l igh full of toy , and St Nichola , too And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof a n d The prancing pawing of each little hoof. As w i n wa s t I dre my head , and urning around ,

s . Down the chimney St . Nichola came with a bound ’ wa s dress d his his oo He all in fur from head to f t , And hi s clothes were all tarnished with as hes and s oot A n s h a d his bu dle of toy he ﬂung on back , is And he looked like a peddler just opening h pack . His eyes how they twinkled ! his dimples how merry His ch ecks his s s s . were like ro e , no e like a cherry His wa s u droll little mouth drawn p like a bow, And the beard on his chin wa s a s white a s the s w no . s h i n his The tump of a pipe he eld tight teeth , th e s h is w e a And moke , it encircled head like a r th .

THE NEW MOON .

- s , OH mothe r, how pretty the moon look to night , b It wa s never so cunning efore, so t Her two little horns are so sharp and brigh ,

’ I hope she ll not grow any more . ds If I were up there with you and my frien , ’ ’ see We d rock in it nicely, you d ’ s We d sit in the middle , and hold by both end , ’ a ! Oh , what a bright cr dle twould be

’ We d call to the stars to keep out of the way, t s For fear we should rock on heir toe , And then we would rock till the dawn of the day see s And where the pretty moon goe . And there we would stay in the beautiful skies And through the bright clouds we would roam ’ ’ ee sun set ee sun r s We d s the , and we d s the i e , o And n the next rainbow come home .

MRS LIZ A O LEN . E F L

s Fr om S ong s a n d Ga mes for L i ttl e On e .

r ce 2. co. arra n emen t w t P i , 3 By g i h

OLI vER ITSON OM AN OSTON. D C P Y, B RHYMES ABOUT A LITTLE WOMAN .

TH I S is the way the ladies ride

- a - s s - a s Saddle ide, addle ide

This is the way the gentlemen ride s s t a stride Sitting a tride, it ing l

This is the way the grandmothers ride

Bundled and tied , bundled and tied

This is the way the ba byki n s ride s s s ! Snuggled in ide , nuggled in ide

This is the way when they are late,

- They a ll ﬂy over a ﬁve barred gate .

I IA AN ON W LL M C T . SHOE OR STOC KING !

se t S s IN Holland , children their hoe , s s the Thi night , out ide door ; s s s C lobes s s The e wooden hoe Knecht ee , s his s And ﬁll them from tore .

But here we hang our stockings up On handy book or nail s is s And Santa Clau , when all till ,

Will plump them , without fail .

s s s s Speak out , you ober ide , peak out, And let u s hear your views ; s s Between a tocking and a hoe , What do you see to choose !

s s One instant pauses Sober ide , A little sigh to fetch ’ s s s s s Well, eem to me a tocking be t , ’ For wooden shoes won t stretch Z

DI H . HO S E T M T MA .

A ’ PL A SM LL BOY S AINT .

zz is s s WHEN the bli ard blowing out ide in the treet, s I have to s ta y here in the hou e . sit a s I have to quiet the whole of the time , still a s s a little brown mou e . ’ s s They won t let me tea e my mall brother at all , or ’ pla y with my small s ister s things ’ And mamma s not pleas ed if I stop In her room s and set up a tore with rings .

And papa gets ma d as a crazy March hare when I h is cut pictures out of books . I cannot go down to the kitchen to s ta y because ’ we ve the crossest of cooks . ’ The waitress don t like it if by some mischance I

u pset the cranberry pie . ’ On blizzardy days there is n t a boy so unhappy and s tired a I .

his The dog he snaps at me if I pull tail , and puss y sh e scratches my hand ’ If I put her aboard the pi ano and play she s the

head of a musical band . 274

’ FRISK S CONFESSION .

I DI D not take it ,

Indeed, not I

' ' ou s I ll l ou wh . I ll tell y the tory, tel y y s ss ss A I pa ed by the larder, mi , s All by my elf, sh I sa w a ﬁne fowl on the larder elf.

I peeked through the door, s s And aid I to my elf,

’ ’ Don t you think that s a fowl on the larder shelf P ’ s s u There not the lea t do bt of it, s Said I to my elf,

’ I t s a very fat fowl on the larder shelf.

W l e l , then , never mind it, a s S id I to my elf, ’ s Come away and don t look at the larder helf .

But he would not obey me , s That wicked my elf, a ll th e l on s For he ate fow the larder helf .

N N M A O Y OU S . A W AY SOME SM LL SWEET .

’ THERE S never a rose in all the world But ma kes some green spray sweeter ; ’ There s never a wind in all the sky But makes some bird wing ﬂeete r ; ’ There s never a star but brings to heaven Some silver radiance tender ; And never a rosy cloud but helps To crown the sunset splendor ; bu s No robin t may thrill ome heart, His dawn like gladness voicing i s u s s s a s God g ve all ome m ll, weet way o T se t the world rejoicing .

ANONYMOUS . WHERE DO ALL THE DAISIES GO

WHERE do all the daisies go !

I know, I know a the s Underne th now they creep, l a s s Nod their litt e he d and leep, In the springtime out they pe ep Tha t is where they go !

Where do all the birdies go P ! I know, I know Far away from winter snow

To the fair, warm South they go l s s There they stay til dai ie blow, That is where they go !

Wh ere do all the babies go P ! I know, I know ﬁ i ht In the glancing rel g warm, a s m S fely heltered from all har , ’ s Soft they lie on mother arm , That is where they go !

N A ONYMOUS .

UNCLE SIDNEY .

O I S n bad S MET ME , whe I bin , ’ Pa s n e n An correct me , ’ n A Uncle Sidney he comes here , ’ I m all uz good again ;

’ s s s Cau e Uncle Sidney ay , ' ’ An s s s take me up an mile , The goodest mens they is aint good As baddest little childs

ES HIT C O E I EY JAM W M R L . ” r o F m Rhy mes of Ch i ldh ood .

OW EN - ERRI L O AN B M L C MP Y. MY SHADOW .

I HAVE a little shadow that goes in and out with

me, And what can be the u se of him i s more than I see can . is s He very, very like me , from the heel up to the head ; And I see him jump before me when I jump into

my bed .

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes

to grow, w i s s Not at all like proper children, hich alway very slow s s s s For he ometime hoot up taller, like an india

rubber ball , ’ And he sometimes gets so little that there s none

of him at all .

’ He hasn t got a notion of how children ought to

Play. And can only make a fool of me in every sort of

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' s s o c he s a co ard ou He tay s lose bes ide me, w y ca n see

’ I d think s hame to stick to n ursie a s that Sha dow sticks to me !

r s n was One mo ning very early, before the u up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercu p ; m z s a s But y la y little hadow, like an arr nt leepy

head, sta m wa s as Had yed at ho e behind me , and f t asleep in bed !

ROEERT O I S EV L U ST ENSON . ” Fr om P oems a n d B a ll a de . ’ o ri t 28 I 8 6 HA RLES S CRI S NE R S S ON C py gh , 95, 9 , by C S.

28 Ch ild on 4 S g .

' s n a s e Of the wild bee morni g ch , ’ - ﬂo er s Of the wild w time and place, Flight of fowl and habitude Of the tenants of the wood s s h is s How the tortoi e bear hell , s his How the woodchuck dig cell,

And the ground - mole sinks his well How the robin feeds her young ’ How the oriole s nest is hung s s Where the white t lilie blow, s s r s Where the fre he t be rie grow, s its Where the ground nut trail vine, ’ Where the wood - grape s clusters S hine ’ l s s Of the b ack wa p cunning way, s his a s Ma on of w ll of clay, And the architectural plans Of gray hornet artisans s s s s For, e chewing book and ta k , Nature answers all he a sks Hand in hand with her he walks t s Face to face wi h her he talk , P art and parcel of her joy, Blessings on the barefoot boy !

’ 0 s for boyhood time of June, n s Crowdi g year in one brief moon, s When all thing I heard or saw, s Me , their ma ter, waited for . wa s rs I rich in ﬂowe and trees ,

Humming - birds and honey- bees s rt s For my po the quirrel played , Plied the s nouted mole his spade ; For my taste the blackberry cone Purpled over hedge and stone ; Laughed the brook for my delight

' T hrou h th e the g day and through night, s r Whi pe ing at the garden wall , Talked with me from fall to fall ;

n s - Mi e the and rimmed pickerel pond,

Mine the walnut slopes beyond , s Mine on bending orchard tree , Apples of Hesperides a s r w Still my horizon g e , Larger grew my riches too ; All the world I sa w or knew m s Seemed a co plex Chine e toy, Fashion ed for a barefoot boy

s n s s r O for fe tal dai tie p ead ,

l r Like my bow of milk and b ead , P s a n d ewter poon bowl of wood ,

- s On the door tone , gray and rude

' a O er me, like a reg l tent ,

- s s n Cloudy ribbed , the un et be t ,

P - urple curtained , fringed with gold ,

Looped in many a wind - swung fold While for mus ic came th e play ' Of the pied frog s orchestra ; A n d s , to light the noi y choir, Lit h is a ﬁre the ﬂy l mp of , ‘ 286 Chi ld- on S g .

I was mona rch pomp and joy Wa ited on the barefoot boy

C heerily, then, my little man , a n d as b Live laugh, oyhood can . h ﬂi n t s s Thoug the y lope be hard ,

- s - s Stubble peared the new mown ward, Every morn sha ll lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kis s the heat All too soon these feet must hide s s In the pri on cell of pride , s sod Lo e the freedom of the , ’ Like a colt s for work be shod s Made to tread the mill of toil, Up and down in ceaseless moil Happy if their track be found Never on forbidden ground Happy if they S ink not in s s s i Quick and treacherou and of s n . s Ah that thou could t know thy joy, s s ! Ere it pa se , barefoot boy

OHN G HIT TI ER J . W .

288 Ch i l d- on S g .

Wait till I tell you the very strange rules s Followed in all their ﬂouri hing schools .

n s ss- o s s t Out in the garde their cla ro m are e , so et !They never have rain , they cannot g wet .) And there upon bushes the lessons all grow ; P s i lum of arithmet c hang in a row, s s — s Apple of hi tory , grape of ﬁne writing, Drooping in clusters so sweet and inviting Luscious ripe pears tumbling in to their laps u s s s Full of geography q e tion , and map ; s s s s Nut full of pelling, and orange weet s With algebra problem all ready to eat . s is r a so Believe me or not , thi ce t inly , And the more that you swallow the more you will

kn ow.

’ n is The in the winter t like to a dream,

With frozen pudding and ﬁne ice - cream s But no more cold than a ummer day, And the garden of lessons i n bloom alway s r s w s Merry weet gi l and bonny bro n boy , s s s Devouring their tudie and picking their toy , s s Filling their live in the jollie t way, s s s s s s With date and tati tic , with um and croquet For a dunce i s a thing that they never could stand

u r - - In that wonderful co nt y of Good Boy Land .

s Never a quarrel , and never a cold , e Never a cough th re , and never a cold r b ld Nobody di ty, and nobody o , h ot r n o on e d No one too the e, and too col . Ch ild - on 28 S g , 9

s s t Nobody ever come walking down a ir, s s s th e But lide on the bani ter, feet in air. r s s a n d Eve y one know how to wim to row, s u n a n d Every one own both a g a bow,

A s - - - ba e ball, a foot ball , a jack knife, a watch ,

And a great pocket full of the best butter- scotch An d s is the s s thi plea ante t part of the frolic , You can eat i t all day without getting the colic ! is the n wa s n Oh , where governme t ever pla ned

With such laws and such order a s Good - Boy- Lan d P

s s n Doll are there , thicker than crow in the cor , Beautiful French ones as ever were born ;

- s s s Story book , plendid in color and gold , s s Full of such storie a never were told . There is nothing to tear there and nothing to

mend , ’ ’ s s s And every one s every on e el e be t friend . w Late you get up there , and late you lie do n , w A n d always you wear there a Greenaway go n .

- s s s The wee est wee girl there both dance and ing , ’ s bu t h a s n s !Yon see you re like Fairie , no one wi g )

And four- button gloves hang i n pairs on each han d

- - In that wonderful country of Good Boy Land .

N N S A O YMOU . ’ A LITTLE GIRL S LAMENT .

MY s brother Will, he u ed to be The nicest kind of girl ss He wore a little dre like me , his And had hair in curl .

s - s We played with doll and tea se t then, And every kind of toy ; s s But all tho e good old time are gon e, n o Will turned i to a b y.

h as him s s Mamma made little uit , s s With pocket in the pant , And cut off all his yellow curls t And sent them to my aun s . was so a s b e And Will, he ple ed , I eliev

He almost jumped for joy . B ut I must own I did not like

Will turned into a boy.

And now he plays with horrid tops ’ ow s I don t know h to pin, tr s And marbles that I y to hoot, But never hit nor win ;

Ch el d- n 2 I S o g . 9

— ’ And leap - frog I can t giv e a back

Like Charley, Frank or Roy h ow ba d Oh no one knows I feel, h s : bo Since Will a turned y.

s s s I have to wear frock ju t the , ame

’ And n ow they re mostly white ; I have to sit and just be good

While Will can climb and ﬁght . s ss s But I mu t keep my dre e nice , m And wear y hair in curl, s — wors test a ll And wor t oh thing of , I ha v e to stay a girl !

ANONYMOUS . ’ ’ JES FORE C HRISTMAS .

R s s s a s FATHE call me William , i ter c ll me Will , — Mother ca lls me Willie but the tellers call me Bill ! ’ — Mighty glad I ain t a girl ruther be a boy ’ ' s s s s Without them s ashe , curl an thing that worn by Fau n tleroy ’ Love to chawu k green apples an go s wimmin In the lake ’ Hate to take the castor- ile they give i r belly - ache ! ’ ' Mos t all the time the hull year roun there ain t no

s ﬂie on me , ' But jes fore Christmas I m as good a s I kin be

— Got a ya ller dog named Sport s ick I m on the cat ; ’ Fu st thing sh e knows sh e doesn t know where she is at ’ - s u s o s s Got a clipper led , an when b y go out to lide ’ ’ Long comes the grocery cart an we all hook a ride s s is But ometime , when the grocery man worrited ss and cro ,

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That mother sez to father How improve d our Willie is !

’ ha v in iss s s i s But father been a boy h elf, u p cion me, ’ ’ ’ es s a s a s When j fore Chri tmas, I m good I kin be

’ s s i ts s s uv s For Chri tma , with lot an lot candie , ' s a n s cake toy , ’ ’ sa fr s fr Wuz made , they y, proper kid , and not naughty boys ! ’ s bresh So wa h yer face, and yer hair, an mind yer ’ ’ ’ s s p an q , ’ ’ ’ ’ s a a s a n on wea r An don t bu t out yer p nt loon , d t out yer shoes ; ’ e ssu m la dies a n s s Say y to the , ye ir to the men ,

’ ’ ’ ’ An when they s company don t pas s yer plate i r pie again ’ ’ thin kin uv s n But, the thing you d like to se e upo

that tree, ' ’ Je s fore Christmas be a s good as you kin be

U EN E FI ELD E G . P P LAYING AT ARADISE .

w s SHE called to me ith dancing eye , ’ We re both turned out of Paradise ; T he wa s Tree of Knowledge the pear, ' s t That over in the corner here .

s s a And, mother, deare t, Cou in J ke W a s simply splendid a s the s nake He curved about the trunk ; to hiss s his s i s He hot tongue out, ju t l ke thi .

s h is He kicked the branche with feet, us s e s To knock down ome p ar to eat, And when we tas ted them there came s An angel with a word of ﬂame .

Bob was the angel and he said s s s We mu t dig thi tle for our bread .

And though we digged with toil and pa in. ’ m s s He d ake the thi tle grow again .

ca n ! But he, mother And he sa ys ’ a s s u s a The orch rd hut to for d ys. us Do come, and make him let in , ’ a s s sin Bec u e we re orry for our .

I went ; and whirling by the gate A wooden sword about his pate

I found our Bob in angel - wise

h is - a s Guarding orchard p radi e.

Beware the ﬂaming sword he cried ,

’ It turns all ways ! Don t come ins ide s Now, Bob , run in , I laughing aid , ’ I t s time all angels went to bed . NORMAN GALE

Fr om n s or L i ttl P S o g f e eopl e .

s w on So traight ay he mounted impudent wing , n s And e tered the door without pau ing to ring .

s a — s An in t nt and wiftly that feathery knight, towsled All and tumbled , in terror took ﬂight,

While there by the door on her favorite perch , As as s s neat a lady ju t tarting for church, s s s He wi l l n ot ca ll With thi ong on her lip ,

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’ w s a ma n WHEN little Dickie S ope , ' ’ He s go to be a Sailor ; ’ ’ An h e s little Hamey Tincher , ’ A- g o to be a Tailor ; ’ ’ h e a - o Bud Mitchell, s g to be

A stylis h Carriage - Maker ’ ' - m An when I grow a grea big a n , I ’ m go ’ to be a Baker !

’ ’ An Dick ll buy his sailor- suit ’ ’ O Hame ; and Ha me ll ta ke it ’ An buy as ﬁne a double- rig As ev er Bud can make it ’ ’ ’ th r ll m An nen all ee drive roun fer e, ’ ’ r v off to evv er An we ll d i e g , ' ' A- sli n gin pie - crust long the road ’ Ferev e r an fereve r JAMES W HIT C OMS RI LEY

s Ch h Fr om S on g of i l d ood .

T HE OW N - E RI OM N B E M R LL C PA Y .

t i rst Li n es 302 I n dex o F .

ome ba b a nd sw n in th e a mmoc w t C , y , i g h k i h ” ome i ttl e lea v es sa th e w n d on e d a C , l , id i y,

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v e n n is n to slee i n th e wes E i g fal li g p t,

a t er ca ls me l a m s ster ca ls me F h l Wi li , i l Will , v e tt e s all ros n Fi li l pig y pi k, v e ttle w te ea s e e e out of th e mo Fi li hi h d p p d ld, ou r li tt e mouths a a e orev er F l g p f , ’ rom ria d n e s crown F A ,

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i n th e Pu it 13 01: lp , ’ ’ i t 0 el er Jes a little b f l , s us s n e Jesu s bid hi ,

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t row n a - r Lit le b b by bi d , ’ ’ wi f s a kli n e es Little brown ba by p y , ’ H me- o i s mot er s wee et Little o b dy h p , en t u th e Little Jac k Frost w p hill, ’ Little Orph a n t An n ie s come to our house to tt e w te Li l hi Lily, la r e rown e es Look a t me with thy g b y , M Moth er I see ou w t our n u rser t , y , i h y y ligh , ot er 0 mother ! ore er cr for ou M h , f v I y y , 0 I n dex to rs L n s 3 4 Fi t i e .

ba si ts en ea t th e ta el m trees My by b h ll , rot er i h e u se to be My b h W ll d , M ai rest c I a v e n o son to v ou y f hild , h g gi e y , M a d e m a e y l di , y l ddi , l tt e r i s n ested My i l gi l , ’ mot er s e s so oo to me My h h g d , mot er was a oren t n e My h Fl i , N

Na e s oon to de h er t n ta es h hi i y , 0

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n a tt e rou n - e e la d O ce li l d y d , ’ O e on m moth er s re a st n c y b , On a a sma ly b by ll , On two a ee t ly b by f , O ro n i n th e c err tree bi h y , 0 the Ra gg edy Ma n ! ' Ou r God i n e av e n rom t a t o ace H f h H ly pl , ” Ou r tt e a e ea ch sa li l b b , id ' Ou t i n th e mea d ows so res a n d so ew f h d y, P

p n own th e v a e s w Pi i g d ll y ild , u ss ow wa e n e P y Will k d , R

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06 I ndex to Fi rst Li n es 3 .

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n c e S n e w en h e was U l id y, h here, th e a r mou n a n Up i y t i ,

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