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S reet

drifting

Or cowslips growing

garden where

lay piled.

For

wild,

daisy chain for thee to wear,

For thee

all

to wear,

the grassy

my

Through

No

plucked

all

child.

meadows near

Are clad with snow,

my

child;

the days of winter drear

ray of sun has smiled.

this

From I

my

snow

cannot bring thee violets dear,

Or

I

Roses, dear,

fairest child,

plucked them in

The

I

my

bunch of

out

my

verses, dear,

garden wild,

plucked them in the winter drear

For you, my fairest child, Your wet and wintry hours to cheer, They're Christmas Roses, child.

THE CHRISTMAS STOCKING.

I

DONT believe that Said

little

And

then

Santa Glaus

crippled Nell,

Now

will

a'cause,

we

come

will

to

you and

m e,

are so poor you see;

I don't believe the 'chimbley's'

D'ye think that Santa Glaus

"Of

"

come, when

wide enough for him,

all

the lights are dim.

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course he comes to every one, dear, whether rich or poor; go to bed dear Nell," said Nan, "he'll come to-night I'm sure."

know

if by chimney or if by stair he crept, But sure enough he visited the room where Nelly slept.

1

don't

He

brought a golden orange, and a monkey red and blue, little wooden stick in a way I couldn't do.

That climbed a

He hung them

in Nell's stocking,

and Nan was

That Santa Glaus loves every one however

right,

be

rich or poor.

sure,

"

THE PET RABBIT.

T HAVE a

And It's

feed

him

The

first

if

all

thing

my

Bunny with a coat as soft as down, of him is white except one bit of brown. in the morning when I get out of bed,

Bunny's

still

safe in his little shed.

I do I dare say you have guessed; and see him, when I am washed and dressed. see him I like him more and more,

than the next thing that

to go at once

And And

I

nearly

wonder

I

little

And

every day

T

each day he

in the

is

bigger than he was the day before.

morning with bran and

bits of bread,

And

every night I take some straw to make his little bed. "What with carrots in the morning and turnip-tops for tea,

If a

bunny can be happy, I'm sure he ought

to be.

it's nearly bedtime I go down to his shed, say 'Good night you Bunny' before I go to bed. I think there's only one thing that would make me happy quite,

Then when

And If I

could take

my Bunny

dear with

me

to

bed

at night?

"

THE PET RABBIT.

FATHERS BOAT. Father's boat we're watching,

/TS Away She's

out on the sea,

named the Pretty Polly, One hundred and ninety

three,

Father called her the Polly, After Mother and me.

There

isn't

a smarter boat

Than

The

Father's

Pretty Polly

is

on the

Father's the skipper

And we

sea,

our ship, is

he,

are watching for Father,

We're watching, Nancy and me.

Sometimes the wind blows

wildly,

But Nancy, and Mother, and me,

We

hymn we know, The hymn for those at sea, Although when we think of Father, sing a bit of a

We're as near to choke as can be.

To

night the

A

moon

sight

Father's ship

will will

be shining,

be to

see,

all in silver,

A'sail

And

it

on a

silver sea,

Father himself a coming ho

To Mother and Nancy and me.

FATHER'S BOAT.

A MISTAKE.

"

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-L

/j~Y dears, whatever are you You ought to be at home; I told

I

"

at?

rJ-

told

you not to wet your

you not

feet

to roam.

Oh, dear I'm sure you !

be drowned

will

1

/"never saw such tricks

Come home

at once,

and go

You naughty naughty

Now

most of them were

five

But one, whose age was

"

days old,

six

"Please, ma'am," said he." I don't believe

to bed,

chicks.

I

think we're ducks;

we're chicks!"

LITTLE

DUCKS.

V A SAD TALE. JfO'S

afraid of a cat?" said he;

I'm not afraid of a cat.

He With "

five

was a bird

who

sat

"

on a

rail,

other birds, and this was his tale

I'm not afraid of a

"I might be afraid

Or even

if I

if

I

were a

cat.

.

"

were a mouse, rat

:

But as I'm a bird I give

my word

you

I'm not afraid of a cat.

A

cat

and her

kits

"

came down on

Five birds flew over the

rail

the scene,

;

Our hero was caught As quick as a thought,

And

didn't he alter his tale

" You've

made a

"You must

mistake, Mister Cat,

please

I'm not at

1

let

me

mice

:

You'd much better have a young Said the cat,

"

You may be a not

let

said he

go, Mister Cat.

all nice,

I don't taste like

I'll

"

you go

It's

no

use,

goose, for all that.

"

"

rat.

:

THE CREW OF THE NANCY

P

OLL Y'S

the

And Tom

is

They

LEE.

mate of the Nancy Lee,

the skipper bold,

sail

together

In rough wind and weather,

And

they are the crew,

In their taut and trim

Away

little

all told.

boat they ride ^

o'er the bright blue sea,

With hands ever ready,

And

hearts ever steady,

Whatever the dangers may

And

be.

a smarter crew will never be found,

Though you may search

the whole world round

HIE

FOR CHRISTMAS

7E

FOR CHRISTMAS!

st,

Come

bring Snow,

winder,

Bring us holly, Bring Joy at Christmas, Off with Melancholy!

Sing

hie, sing hey,

Sing ho, Sing holly,

Sing hie for Christmas! Isn't

Sing Jack,

winter jolly

Sing

?

Jill,

Sing Jo, Sing Polly, Sing hie for Christmas, Mistletoe and Holly.

PUTTING AWAY THE TOYS.

BEDTIME. bedtime, bedtime, Cissy dear,

/T'Stime It's

Your

to put away,

little

Noah's ark dear

Until another day,

You know it isn't right at To tire yourself with

And

elephants want to go if

bed,

They'll

And

they're all

be

much

ill

I

later,

know,

every well bred camel, Is in

And

play.

they too must be tired dear,

The

To

all

bed long ago.

surely

you can see dear,

It really isn't right,

The It

little

dove's so tired dear,

She scarce can stand upright. does not do to keep them up So very

late at

night."

PUSS IN THE CORNER.

T

"

T'OUa.re. a naughty pussy-cat, I

J^ '

think

it

right to

mention

that,

To all who see your picture here, Twas you who broke my Bunny dear.

An

hour ago, as you can

him

I left

And now

tell,

and well; dead and, what is more,

here, alive he's

You've broke

I'm pretty sure.

his leg

For you my puss I'll never care, No never, never, never, Mere, And you are in disgrace you know, And in the corner you must go.

What

And

crying?

I can't

Then

I

must cry too

bear to punish you;

Perhaps my Bunny isn't dead, Perhaps you've only stunned his head.

And though I'm sure you broke his It may be mended with a peg, And though he's very, very, funny,

My

Bunny's not a real Bunny,

And

I'll

You're

forgive

my own

and

tell

you

that,

precious pussy cat."

leg,

Puss

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THE

CORNER

THE LITTLE HE AND S~\NCE there lived, I'm \^/ May be Arcadee,

SHE.

not sure where,

Sweet-Heart and his mistress Little

And

He and

She

they danced a measure

Danced

Hand

in

light,

in very glee.

hand, a pretty Little

He and

sight,

She.

When

they ceased his bright eyes Darling must we stay?

Can't

we dance so happily You and I for aye ?

Then

she clasped his hand again,

Whispered sweet and low, "

Dearest, always hand in

You and

fair,

;

I will go.

hand

"

So they danced with merry E'en in Arcadee,

feet,

Happier pair you ne'er will meet, Little He and She.

fell,

LITTLE BO-PEEP.

L

ITTLE Bo

peep

has lost her Sheep, (It's a secret to you

I'm confiding.)

At the end of the

Where

shelf,

she put them herself

Her Baa-lambs

are safely hiding.

you put a thing carefully, safely away, You're sure not to find it when wanted next day.

If

HOPES AND FEARS.

HOPES AND FEARS.

L

IKE

clouds that

flit

across the sky,

So follow hopes and

What

fears.

in these clouds see

Dear Sweetheart, smiles or

This

little

That

you and tears?

airy fleecy wing,

flits

across the blue,

What message Sweetheart does Of hope or fear to you?

it

bring

God it brings you sunny hours And haply some few tears To bless like showers your summer Pray

In the long coming years.

flowers

me

THE STORY BOOK

FAIRY.

song, not short

and not long,

Of a stQjpy^rtflc fairy^ho hides all among The covers and leaves of your pictures and

^And

colors

them

all

prints,

with such beautiful tints?

First h
Then tUey *in

blush like red roses and each head whirls.

eaclVlittle

And

eye drops a bit of blue sky,

colors each frock with a wonderful

His breathing

That clothes

The

I

ween

trees

is

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the wonderful sheen,

and meadows with

buttercups bold,

it

c

loveliest green,

need hardly be

Are gilded by him with the

finest

told,

of gold.

suppose who paints the red rose,

It is

he

And And

the rest of the flowers which every one knows,

I

the

same red

For Robin and

will

little

do (or a similar

Red Riding Hood

hue), too.

He's awake it is said when you are abed, For the picture-book doggies and cats must be To the picture-book children some stories he'll

And sometimes

he'll

read them their verses as well.

The moment you open your picture book he Is away out of sight as quick as can be, For

fairy

The

instant he's seen

fed, tell,

law says that a

fairy

must die

by one human eye.

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SPRING.

HE tiny

crocus

is

so bold

peeps its head above the mould, Before the flowers awaken,

It

To

say that spring

With sunshine and

is

coming, dear,

that winter drear

Will soon be overtaken.

GOLDEN DA YS. s^j

^HERE are

jf

days of summer sunshine, Of warm and sunny weather,

When And

hills

the hedge

is full

of hawthorn

are glad with heather.

There are days of silent sadness, Of frost, and snow, and rain,

When we

fear that

Will never

come

summer's gladness again.

And now our songs are minor And now in merry tune

key,

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The windward

And

side will

change to

lee,

January to June.

Day and night the sun is shining, Though he may hide his head; Each cloud has a silver lining, The flowers are asleep not dead. Every day may have

its

playtime

Made bright by cheerful lays; And life be one long Maytime,

A

year of golden days.

OOLDEN

DAYS.

r

A SLANDER. hands, shake hands

my

little girl,

Said Mister Crab to Nell, "

I'm very glad to meet you dear,

I

think

I

hope you are quite it's

I feel

it

well.

very hot to-day, in

my

shell."

"I can't shake hands with you," said Nell,

"It

isn't

thought polite,

Without an introduction; Besides, It

no doubt

it's

spite,

mayn't be true, but still they do, They do say that you BITE."

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A SONG.

HEAR a I

He

think

Song 'tis

a thrush's.

sings to the

Wild Rose

See how she blushes!

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THE EVENING

HOUR

NEARLY BEDTIME. NL Y half an

hour or so

Before nurse calls them to bed,

And

the ruddy light of a cheerful

Shines over each curly head.

No

trouble have they,

no sorrow

Their hearts are lighter than

No

fear that a dark

May God

bring with

it

air,

to-morrow

want or

care.

send them each on their pathway

Many a wayside flower; And grant, in the evening of lifetime, The

joy of the evening hour.

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