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FROM THE LIBRARY OF 
 
 REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. 
 
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CONTENTS. 
 
 THE EDITOR TO HIS YOUNG FRIENDS 
 
 THE TRAVELLER AND THE LARK 
 
 THE OWL .... 
 
 THE CUCKOO AND THE NIGHTINGALE 
 
 WHAT A CHILD HAS 
 
 LAUS DEO 
 
 THE DISCOYERY 
 
 A PRAYER FOR A PURE HEART 
 
 THE HEART A BELL 
 
 THE BIRDS FUNERAL 
 
 THE FOX AND THE GOOSE 
 
 THE ANGELS' SONG 
 
 NOW MAIDENS WE PRESS ON 
 
 THE TOYMAN . 
 
 THE BIRDS AND THE ANGELS 
 
 THE FISHERMAN 
 
 OUR FATHER . 
 
 THE ORPHAN . 
 
 A BOYS DUTY 
 
 LISTEN TO A SPORTSMAN'S FUNNY TALE 
 
 THE DOLLS CRADLE SONG 
 
 POOR GOOSEY 
 
 THE BOY AND THE BIRD'S NEST 
 
 TO A BIRD 
 
 CRADLE SONG 
 
 GOOD NIGHT . 
 
 THE NEIGHBOR 
 
 THE WATCHMAN 
 
 THE SANDMAN 
 
 AN EVENING PRAYER 
 
 GUARDIAN ANGELS 
 
 THE FARM YARD 
 
 THE SUN 
 
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 MORNING SONG 
 
 BROTHER JACOB . 
 
 NOW I WILL TELL, YOUR ATTENTION TO JOG . 
 
 THE WAGONER 
 
 WINTER AND THE CHILDREN . . 
 
 CHRISTMAS GIFTS . . . . . . 
 
 CHRISTMAS EVE 
 
 THE VIEW IN THE MILL 
 
 THE OBSTINATE CHICKEN 
 
 FOR BOYS AT PLAY . 
 
 COME HITHER AND LISTEN, I'LL TELL YOU A TALE' . 
 
 THE STORK 
 
 THE PRESENT . 
 
 THE ROCKING-HORSE 
 
 THE COURIER . . . . 
 
 SONG FOR BOYS AT PLAY 
 
 THE ARCHER 
 
 SIT DOWN ON THE TURF WITH ME . 
 
 WHEN THE SNAIL IN ITS SHELL KEEPS STILL ITS HEAD 
 
 NOW LIST TO WHAT THE LAZY MAID 
 
 THE BROOM AND THE ROD COME FROM THE SAME TREE 
 
 NOW, MY DEARS, I'D HAVE YOU KNOW 
 
 NOW HEAR, BEHIND THE ARM-CHAIR'S BACK . 
 
 THE BEWILDERED COOK 
 
 ROUND RING . . . . . . . . 
 
 IF ANY BOY FOR A SOLDIER WOULD GO . 
 
 THE GOOD COMRADE 
 
 JACKY AND DOLLY YOU HERE MAY SEE . 
 
 THE BEE 
 
 WHAT I SHOULD NOT LIKE ... 
 
 DRESSING THE HAIR 
 
 TO-DAY, YESTERDAY, AND TO-MORROW 
 COME HERE, MY JESSIE! TELL TO ME 
 
 THE FAIRIES 
 
 THE OWL AND THE HAWK . ' . 
 
 THE ASS 
 
 THE BUTTERFLY . . . . ' . 
 
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THE EDITOR TO HIS YOUNG FRIENDS. 
 
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 " ^TS&^^ilL sunrise and the blooming spring 
 
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 ^i Then Nature's voice delights to sing, 
 
 ffir^-c Enjoyments powers are strong ; 
 
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Ah ! little children ! if ye knew 
 How angel-eyes, in love, 
 
 Look down upon you from the blue 
 Of the calm skies above, 
 
 Ye would be careful what ye do, 
 And eager to improve. 
 
 A joyous host, a countless band, 
 In robes of snowy white, 
 
 Around the Throne, with harp in hand 5 
 Take ever fresh delight, 
 
 Young tender souls to their sweet land 
 To beckon and invite. 
 
 They sorrow o'er you suffering, 
 
 They smooth your couch of sleep. 
 
 In danger's hour they succor bring, 
 O'er you a watch they keep : 
 
 In you, then, 'twere a cruel thing 
 To make those blest ones weep ! 
 
 
Each, like yourself, a little child 
 
 Once walked this earth beneath, 
 
 Saw what you see, and talked and smiled. 
 Till suddenly came Death, 
 
 And churchyard turf was o'er them piled — 
 Cold clay — devoid of breath. 
 
 But all the good went up to Gfod, 
 
 To dwell with him for aye : 
 Their road is now a thornless road. 
 
 And bliss is theirs alway ; 
 To golden harps by Him bestowed, 
 
 They carol night and day. 
 
 Brothers and sisters on that coast 
 
 Have met to part no more : 
 Why then should parents, sorrow-tost, 
 
 With sighs and tears deplore ? 
 The lost are not for ever lost — 
 
 They have but gone before ! 
 
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Then keep your hearts from error free ; 
 
 Down oft they look on you ; 
 Your thoughts they watch, your ways they see, 
 
 And joy when you are true : 
 To think that ye condemned should be, 
 
 Would their high bliss subdue ! 
 
 To little children, who are pure 
 
 In thought, and word, and deed, 
 
 And shun what might to ill allure, 
 The Bible hath decreed 
 
 A glorious portion, ever sure, 
 And help in time of need. 
 
 Of themes befitting simple song, 
 
 There surely is no dearth, 
 If we but cast our eyes along 
 
 The Sea — the Air — the Earth ; 
 Nor can the verse be reckoned wrong, 
 
 Which wakens harmless mirth. 
 
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Man has his seasons, and to each 
 Congenial thoughts pertain, 
 
 And pleasures lie in childhood's reach 
 That life ne'er knows again ; 
 
 Keep then your white souls, I beseech, 
 From guilt's polluting stain. 
 
 Creation's charms then doubly fair 
 
 Appear ; for all is new, 
 And, in romance's morning air, 
 
 Like diamonds shines the dew, 
 Balm loads that air, no cloud of care 
 
 Dims the serene of blue. 
 
 Then mar not ye God's gracious plan. 
 But, furthering his intent, 
 
 Grow up from Childhood unto Man, 
 Through cheerful years well spent 
 
 So shall life's eve be like its dawn. 
 Serene and innocent. 
 
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 LARK. 
 
 I sing God's praise for life renewed, 
 And thus I show my gratitude. 
 Always has this sweet taste been mine ; — 
 Is it not, Traveller, also thine ? " 
 
 And ever so loud in the air sang she, 
 And ever so glad on the earth went he ; 
 Her wing was strong and his step was light, 
 In the lovely morn with its sun so bright ; 
 And Grod in heaven deign'd to bless, 
 Their offering of thankfulness. 
 
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THE CUCKOO AND THE NIGHTINGALE 
 
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 The Cuckoo he has dropp'd down dead. 
 From the hollow willow tree ; 
 
 Who shall the summer hours beguile 
 With pleasant minstrelsy ? 
 
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 To the slender twig in the thicket green. 
 
 Dame Nightingale shall come ; 
 And merrily will she hop and sing, 
 
 When other birds are dumb. 
 
WHAT A CHILD HAS. 
 
 The snail, see, has a house ; 
 
 A fur coat has the mouse ; 
 
 The sparrow has its feathers brown 
 
 The butterfly its wings of down. 
 
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 Now tell me, darling, what have you ? 
 ' ' I have clothes, and on each foot a shoe 
 Father and mother, life and glee ; 
 So good has Grod been unto me." 
 
LAUS DEO. 
 
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 No creature on the earth 
 
 Is scorn'd by God above ; 
 All owe to Him their birth, 
 To all He shows His love. 
 
 Not man alone 
 
 His care doth own ; 
 
 The bird sweetly singing. 
 
 The fish swiftly springing, 
 
 The honey bee, 
 
 The mouse so wee, 
 All in their own appointed ways, 
 Unite to hymn their Maker's praise. 
 
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 THE DISCOVERY. 
 
 
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 I saw 'mid its shadows 
 
 A flower rare — 
 No star more gleaming, 
 
 No eye more fair. 
 
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 I thought to pluck it, 
 
 Then softly it said, 
 " Must I be broken 
 
 And withered ?" 
 
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 Its roots far spreading 
 I raised with care. 
 
 And home I brought it. 
 That flower rare. 
 
 In my quiet garden 
 I found it room ; 
 
 Where now it groweth 
 In beauteous bloom. 
 
A PRAYER FOR A PURE HEART. 
 
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 Lord ! make me a clean heart within ; 
 Close my soul's door 'gainst every sin. 
 Drive all things evil from my breast, 
 Let no ill spirit in me rest. 
 
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 To Thee my gate I open wide, 
 Oh come and with me, Lord, abide ! 
 All wickedness far from me chase, 
 And make my heart Thy dwelling-place. 
 
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 And grant me, Lord, through faith, to see 
 The bliss of Heaven prepared for me ; 
 That I forever may be Thine, 
 Hear, gracious God, this prayer of mine ! 
 
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THE HEART A BELL. 
 
 Your heart is beating day by day : 
 If it could speak, what would it say ? 
 The hours of night its pulses tell. 
 Have you, my child, considered well. 
 What means this restless little heart, 
 That doth so well perform its part ? 
 
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 It is a little bell, whose tone 
 Is heard by you and God alone. 
 At your soul's door it hangs ; and there 
 His spirit stays with loving care, 
 And rings the bell, and deigns to wait 
 To see if closed remains the gate. 
 
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 He rings and waits. Oh ! then begin 
 At once your prayer, " Lord, enter in !" 
 
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 So when its time on earth is past, 
 Your heart will beat no more at last ; 
 And when its latest pulse is o'er, 
 'Twill go and knock at heaven's door, 
 And stand without and patient wait, 
 To see if Christ will ope the gate, 
 And say, " Here endless joys begin, 
 Here, faithful servant, enter in ! 
 I was on earth thy cherished guest. 
 And now in Heaven I give thee rest. 
 Receive at length thy due reward, 
 Enjoy the blessings of thy Lord." 
 
THE BIRD'S FUNERAL. 
 
 Here, in these rosy bowers, 
 
 Sleep, little bird ! "We crave 
 
 A spot beneath the flowers 
 To dig thy early grave. 
 
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 So charming was thy singing ! 
 
 Thou wast to us so dear, 
 Thy voice hast ceased its ringing, 
 
 And we are weeping here. 
 
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 Sweet May waked all her roses 
 
 Thy thrilling notes to hear ; 
 And now with mourning posies 
 
 We strew thy silent bier. 
 
THE FOX AND THE GOOSE. 
 
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 FOX. 
 
 " Mrs. Goose, it is such lovely weather ; 
 We ought to take a walk together." 
 
 GOOSE. 
 
 " Mr. Fox, I prefer to remain at home. 
 Just now 't was so fine I was tempted to roam ; 
 But since you've been standing near my door, 
 I don't think it so fine as it was before." 
 
 The weather was fine enough, 't was true, 
 
 The sun was shining, the sky was blue ; 
 
 But the Groose, you must know, was a little afraid, 
 
 For she knew what tricks Master Fox had played : 
 
 And had she consented with him to roam, 
 
 She would certainly never again come horns. 
 
Hark, baby, the angels, — 
 They are singing to you ; 
 High and low the full notes go, 
 Hallelujah ! Hallelujah. 
 
NOW MAIDENS, WE PRESS ON 
 YOUR NOTICE A LESSON. 
 
 
 
 The finest cloth that man can sell 
 Wears out when years are past ; 
 
 The pitcher oft goes to the well, 
 But it is broke at last ; 
 
 And both alike this moral tell — 
 Virtue alone stands fast. 
 
THE TOYMAN. 
 
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 His shop contains rich stores ; 
 :2s^ Both dwarfs and giants there you see, 
 And Turks, and Jews, and Moors. 
 
 And there a prancing steed I 'spy 
 Bearing a haughty knight, 
 
 Whose castle crowns the rock on high. 
 With grate and drawbridge bright. 
 
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 A curious wooden figure begs 
 
 A nut to crack beneath ; 
 He spreads his arms and sprawls his legs. 
 
 And shows his monstrous teeth. 
 
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Seeking his prey, his very glance 
 
 Has something savage in it : 
 " Ho ! nuts from England, Spain, and France, 
 
 I'll crack you in a minute." 
 
 And here a regiment appears 
 
 Of lancers and huzzars ; 
 And there a file of grenadiers, 
 
 With banners from the wars. 
 
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 Drums, trumpets, pistols, swords, and guns, 
 With fifes and marching band ; 
 
 The boy who to the Toyman runs 
 May have all from his hand. 
 
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 Rocking and hobby-horses stand 
 
 Hard by for boys to ride ; 
 And there, for girls, dolls' houses grand, 
 
 And furniture beside. 
 
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 With jointed dolls, so slim and spruce, 
 And sofas, chairs, and settles ; 
 
 And tea-things bright, for Dolly's use, 
 And tubs, and pails, and kettles. 
 
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 And near a sheepfold all complete, 
 
 With shepherd, dog, and flock, 
 A Merry Andrew stands, whose feet 
 
 Can give his head a knock. 
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 The Toyman makes him scratch his ear, 
 
 And preach a sermon after ; 
 While he a roguish look doth wear 
 
 As if he'd burst with laughter. 
 
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 Seeing such things, the children join 
 
 To raise a joyous cry ; 
 But they whose purse is bare of coin 
 
 Can no fine playthings buy. 
 
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 Oh, happy Toyman ! if I had 
 
 The wealth which in this place is, 
 
 I would not stand and look so sad, 
 And make such queer grimaces. 
 
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 If I had every pretty thing 
 
 That you see round you daily, 
 
 Like to the merry lark I 'd sing, 
 And snap my fingers gaily. 
 
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 THE BIRDS AND THE ANGELS. 
 
 High the feathered warblers fly. 
 Singing in the clear blue sky ; 
 Higher still the angels soar, 
 And sins: in heaven evermore. 
 
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 Birds, come rest your wings awhile, 
 With me here the hours beguile ; 
 Angels, downward turn your love, 
 Tell me of the joys above. 
 
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 Dripping he comes from the running brook, 
 The breeze his garments dries ; 
 The sea tempts him — and his baited hook 
 Tempts that which in it lies. 
 
 What 's that ?— Hush ! 
 
 A hare in a bush ? 
 
 No, no. — well ! 
 
 A snail in a shell ? 
 
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 A silver fish. — Yes. 
 
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 Graciously He heareth 
 
 Night and day their prayer 
 Father-like appeareth 
 
 His unceasing care. 
 
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 He with hand paternal 
 
 Gives their daily bread ; 
 Helps from foes infernal ; 
 
 Lifts the drooping head. 
 
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 In His Scripture truly 
 Is this promise set — 
 
 Those who serve Him truly 
 Ne'er will He forget. 
 
[ am a poor and orphan child, 
 
 Father and mother both are dead : 
 The cold and hunger drive me wild, 
 My clothes are rags — I have no bread. 
 
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 Oh ye who rich and happy are, 
 
 And bless'd with parents fond and good, 
 Give me, I pray, some clothes to wear, 
 
 A morsel spare of wholesome food. 
 
 A BOY'S DUTY. 
 
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 All good boys must every day 
 What their teacher says obey, 
 Pray and sing, and read and write — 
 These make heart and spirit light ; 
 And, with the grace of Gfod, each can 
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 In a wood where beasts can talk, 
 
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 A rabbit, sitting in a bush, 
 
 Peeped at me, and then cried, " Hush." 
 
 Presently to me it ran, 
 
 And its story thus began : — 
 
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 " You have got a gun I see ; 
 
 Perhaps you '11 point it soon at me, 
 And when I am shot, alack ! 
 Pop me in your little sack. 
 "When upon my fate I think, 
 I grow faint — my spirits sink." 
 
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 " Pretty rabbit, do not eat 
 
 Gardener's greens or Farmer's wheat. 
 If such thieving you begin, 
 You must pay it with your skin. 
 Honestly your living get, 
 And you may be happy yet." 
 
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THE DOLL'S CRADLE SONG. 
 
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 Sleep, Dolly, sleep, 
 You have time for a nap, 
 Need not either read or write, 
 May remain both day and night 
 In your nightgown and cap. 
 
 That you may have a quiet sleep, 
 
 I '11 sing to you about Bo-peep ; 
 
 And then I ol tell you of Goosey-gander, 
 
 Who with Wiggle-waggle loves to wander. 
 
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 Hey diddle diddle, 
 What's that in the straw ? 
 Poor Goosey goes barefoot with no shoes at a' ; 
 The cobbler has leather, 
 
 But no last that's meet 
 To make for poor G-oosey 
 Some shoes to her feet. 
 
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 Let's kill G-oosey dead ; 
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 Hey diddle diddle, 
 Some trouble 't will take, 
 To beg for a penny to buy me a cake ; 
 F 11 sell my bed, and lie 
 Down in the straw, 
 With no feathers to prick me, 
 And no fleas to gnaw. 
 
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 Over branch and bough ; 
 Softly he slides 
 
 To the bird's nest now. 
 
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 The bough breaks — ah ! 
 He tumbles down, 
 And cracks his crown. 
 
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 TO A BIRD. 
 
 hover The blue sea o-ver, To cool there thy rush-ing pini - ons. 
 
 In the azure sky 
 
 Over mountains high, 
 Thy song sounds through air's dominions. 
 
 And now thou dost hover 
 
 The blue sea over, 
 To cool there thy rushing pinions. 
 
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 Through the sweeping cloud, 
 
 Near the torrent loud, 
 Thou canst fly o'er the wind victorious 
 
 Or with sudden swoop 
 
 To the valley stoop, 
 Oh thy life, happy songster, is glorious. 
 
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 Sleep, baby, sleep ! 
 
 Thy father watches the sheep, 
 Thy mother is shaking the dreamland tree, 
 And down falls a little dream on thee ; 
 
 Sleep, baby, sleep ! 
 
Sleep, baby, sleep ! 
 
 The large stars are the sheep, 
 The little stars are the lambs, I guess, 
 The fair moon is the shepherdess ; 
 
 Sleep, baby, sleep ! 
 
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 Sleep, baby, sleep ! 
 
 Our Saviour loves his sheep ; 
 He is the Lamb of God on high, 
 Who for our sakes came down to die. 
 
 Sleep, baby, sleep ! 
 
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 Sleep, baby, sleep ! 
 
 [ '11 buy for thee a sheep, 
 
With a golden bell so fine to see, 
 And it shall frisk and play with thee, 
 Sleep, baby, sleep ! 
 
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 Sleep, baby, sleep ! 
 
 And cry not like a sheep ; 
 Else will the sheep-dog bark and whine, 
 And bite this naughty child of mine. 
 
 Sleep, baby, Sleep ! 
 
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 Sleep, baby, sleep ! 
 
 Away ! and tend the sheep. 
 Away, thou black dog, fierce and wild, 
 And do not wake my little child ! 
 
 Sleep, baby, sleep ! 
 
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If Gfod pleases, with the day 
 Thou shalt rise again and play. 
 
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 Now good night ! O'er thy sleep, 
 Holy angels filled with love, 
 Bringing visions from above, 
 
 Their calm watch shall keep ; 
 
 Thou shalt dream of joys divine? 
 
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 Dear Neighbor, pray lend me your lantern to-night, 
 The sky it is dark and the stars give no light ; 
 My shepherd has lost on the mountain a lamb, 
 And I would fain carry it back to its dam. 
 
Dear Neighbor, pray lend me your lantern to-night. 
 If the glasses are dirty I '11 rub them all bright ; 
 xA.nd if one is broken, why never mind that, 
 I '11 cover the hole with the brim of my hat. 
 
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 And then in return I to help you will come, 
 When you from the ale-house again toddle home ; 
 I '11 keep you from stumbling 'mid darkness and storm, 
 And bring you home safely, and wrap you up warm. 
 
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 Through the streets till morning 
 Goes the Watchman — lonely wight ! 
 Wind and weather scdfrning. 
 Silence! Hist! 
 List, boys, list ! 
 Let us not lose his warning. 
 
 * ; Hark and mark, young masters mine ! 
 Talking won't avail ye, 
 Now the clock is striking nine, 
 Off to bed go gaily ; 
 
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Till morning bright 
 Puts out my light, 
 And makes the stars burn palely. 
 
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 " But then cheerfully arise 
 In the morning early ; 
 Briskly wash both ears and eyes, 
 That your senses clearly 
 *May discern 
 How to learn, 
 And no rod tickle you queerly. 
 
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 " Misses all and masters mine ! 
 
 A last good wish I send you — 
 Moon and stars all calmly shine, 
 Sleep — and God defend you. 
 Far and nigh 
 May His eye 
 Compassionately tend you! " 
 
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 Two boots have I, dear girls and boys, 
 With wondrous soles that make no noise ; 
 Upon my back a little scrip, 
 And hark, how softly I can trip ! 
 But when I 'm heard upon the stairs 
 5 T is time for you to say your prayers. 
 
 I drop with care from out my hand 
 Into your eyes two grains of sand, 
 And then throughout the night you sleep, 
 And angels near their vigils keep. 
 
AN EVENING PRAYER. 
 
 Lord, thine eye is closed never, 
 
 When night casts o'er earth her hood, 
 
 Thou remainest wakeful ever, 
 And art like the shepherd good, 
 
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 Who, through every darksome hour, 
 Tends his flock with watchful power. 
 
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 Grant, Lord, that we Thy sheep, 
 May this night in safety sleep ; 
 And when we again awake, 
 Give us strength our cross to take : 
 And to order all our ways 
 To Thine honor and Thy praise. 
 
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 Or, if Thou hast willed that I 
 Must before the morning die, 
 Into Thy hands to the end, 
 Soul and body I commend. 
 
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 When good children go to sleep 
 
 Then wake up the stars so bright, 
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 Watch through all the livelong night. 
 
 Down from heaven they descend 
 
 All good children to befriend. 
 
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 The hen sometimes comes out and does 
 
 A noisy cackling make, 
 The housewife understands and goes 
 
 The new laid egg to take. 
 
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The cock, at early morn, the men, 
 Master, and maids, awakes ; 
 
 They turn and stretch themselves, and then 
 Snore on 'till daylight breaks. 
 
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 The bairns wake not ; each little phiz 
 
 Is fast in slumber bound ; 
 They think, of all things, good sleep is 
 
 The best that can be found. 
 
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 Let rest due strength and vigor bring, 
 Then be your tasks begun ; 
 
 There is a time for every thing 
 Beneath the glorious sun. 
 
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 G-et up, dear children, see ! the sun 
 His shining course has just begun ! 
 So like a giant he comes forth 
 To run his course and light the earth. 
 
 Welcome, thrice welcome, lovely day ! 
 Thou chasest darksome night away ; 
 Oh that our hearts, like thee, were bright 
 With heaven's own purifying light ! 
 
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 Brother Jacob, snoring now ? 
 Hear the school bell ringing ; 
 
 Ding, ding, dong ! 
 
 Ding, ding, dong ! 
 
You 're a lazy lout I trow, 
 To your pillow clinging ; 
 
 Dullest ass 
 
 In the class ! 
 
 Sleep and make your cheeks more red. 
 All your thoughts bestowing 
 
 On see-saw, 
 
 Top and taw, 
 Dream of cakes and gingerbread 
 On the hedges growing. 
 
 So good night, 
 
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 ■" Come here, little Pappy, and cease those cries, 
 'T is time to begin your exercise." 
 
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 " Oh, master, I am but a little pup, 
 
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 i4 No, Puppy, 'tis best to begin, d' ye see, 
 
 For the longer you wait the harder 't will be." 
 
 The puppy soon learned ; 'twas a pleasant sight 
 To see him both sit and stand upright ; 
 Then into the water he learned to spring, 
 And back to his master a stick to bring. 
 The little boy saw what the puppy could do, 
 And so he worked hard, and was clever too. 
 
THE WAGONER. 
 
 The clock has struck, the school is up, 
 The boys and girls run home to sup, 
 
 Slate, books, and pens in hand : 
 " I am not in such haste as they. 
 My supper will not run away," 
 
 Says lazy Peter Bland. 
 
 And slowly, slowly home he flits, 
 And with his bread and honey sits 
 
 Down near the garden gate ; 
 He hears his poor goats' plaintive cry, 
 " Aha ! you 're hungry — so am I, 
 
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 He eats his supper at his ease ; 
 
 Some fruit, too, would his palate please 
 
 If he knew how to take it ; 
 But ah ! it drops not 'twixt his teeth, 
 And 't were hard work to stand beneath 
 
 The apple tree and shake it. 
 
 At length the goats' complaining call 
 Disturbs his rest, and to their stall 
 
 Right slowly strolls the lout ; 
 " Ah ! lazy beasts, you sought fresh food, 
 You should have seized it while you could, 
 
 Now you must go without." 
 
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 He harnesses in turn each one, 
 
 The black goat and the white ; 
 
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The wagon 's in the court hard by, 
 He yokes the hungry beasts, who try 
 The very trees to bite. 
 
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 " See what a wagoner I be ! " 
 He cries, and urging rapidly 
 
 His weary beasts, they pass 
 Out through the gate, across the fields 
 To where the spacious meadow yields 
 
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 And while he loads his wagon, lo ! 
 The farming man, who long ago 
 
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 Nowhere the wagon can he see, 
 And so he grumbles moodily, 
 
 " Who dared to take it out? " 
 
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 He shuts the gate ; but on the road 
 He hears a cracking whip ; their load 
 
 The goats can hardly drag on : 
 Peter the lazy — not the great — 
 Is singing, " Open wide the gate, 
 
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 Old Winter in his coat so white 
 Is knocking at the door to-night. 
 
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 " Ah, Mr. Winter, is that you ? 
 We're not glad to see you, — but how d' ye do ? 
 We thought you a long way off, you know, 
 And here you are all covered with snow ; 
 But since you are come, you may just as well 
 What you have brought for us children tell." 
 
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 " Oh, I have brought you some presents fine, 
 A merry Christmas with cakes and wine. 
 
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 Now you may slide, 
 
 And make snowballs beside, 
 
 And soon you can 
 
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 CHRISTMAS GIFTS. 
 
 Christ is of Christmas gifts the cause ; 
 And children who obey His laws, 
 Who to .their elders reverence bear, 
 Are neat and clean, and learn with care, 
 
 
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At early morn, their warm beds leave,- 
 Such children will his gifts receive. 
 
 But children who their parents scorn, 
 Who do not pray at early morn, 
 Who snarl and fight with one another, 
 With sister or with little brother, — 
 In short, all those who are not good, — 
 The old man will take to the wood, 
 Bundled together in his sack, 
 And tumble them from off his back 
 Among the savage wolves and bears, 
 Where for their crying no one cares. 
 
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 His hands with reverent kisses pressing, 
 
 Such thanks His gracious sifts incite. 
 
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 But ceaselessly to Him will pray ; 
 With heartfelt love exclaiming ever, 
 
 '* Oh, Lord, remain with us alway." 
 
THE VIEW IN THE MILL. 
 
 One, two, three, 
 
 Merry boys are we. 
 Clipper, clapper, peppercorn, 
 The Miller's wife is all forlorn : 
 Nowhere is she to be found, 
 I think she has vanished from off the ground. 
 
 Look at the mill now, what do you see ? 
 The mice from the window peep at me ; 
 The stork is stirring the soup with a spoon ; 
 The cat is sweeping the floor with a broom ; 
 To carry the dust the rat has come ; 
 The dog sits up and beats the drum. 
 
 A little man sits the eaves beneath, 
 And nearly has laughed himself to death. 
 
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 Yonder flies the savage hawk ; 
 His sharp eyes will quickly meet you. 
 If you go T 'm sure he '11 eat you.' ? 
 
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 Nasty hawk is far away, 
 I may safely go and play : 
 
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 Little Jack comes gaily running 
 
 From the merry land of funning ; 
 To our neighbor's house retreats, 
 From the pot the honey eats ; 
 Leaves the spoon within it sticking, 
 Who will give the spoon a licking ? 
 Who, boys, who ? 
 
 We a wager bold will lay, 
 Of three chains of gold so gay, 
 And of wine a measure small, 
 That it will be, of us all, 
 You, Jack, you. 
 
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COME HITHER AND LISTEN, I'LL, TELL YOU 
 
 A TALE. 
 
 A gallant steed, with a rider talL 
 Halted beneath a castle wall ; 
 To the window did the Lady come. 
 And said, " My Lord is not at home. 
 
 " Here there is none to welcome you 
 
 Save me alone with my children two.' : 
 
 The horseman cried from out the wood 
 
 " Are your children gentle ? Are they good ? " 
 

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 " Ah ! no such happiness have I, 
 
 " My children follow evil ways. 
 
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 Then spoke the horseman — and frown'd he too- 
 u They shall their naughty conduct rue ; 
 " I may not with such children stay 
 " Who their kind parents disobey. 
 
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 " Nor make them glad with pretty things ; 
 " Such gifts I keep for Children who 
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 So spoke the horseman in his wrath, 
 And spurr'd his horse along the path ; 
 And the gallant steed with his rider tall 
 Pass'd far away from the castle wall. 
 
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 TORK, stork, long legs, 
 What are you about ? 
 Stork, stork, long beak, 
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 Laughing at your stockings gay ? 
 There you are at home, at rest, 
 Safe within your lofty nest. 
 Why last night did you not bring 
 A baby underneath your wing ? 
 Tf you had left it in the yard, 
 We had there kept watch and ward ; 
 If you had left it on the stair, 
 We had rocked its cradle there. 
 
 But, since you have nothing brought, 
 Mind what you 're about ; 
 
 Stork, stork, long beak, 
 
 With your forky snout. 
 
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 Heaven bless my little Jessie ! 
 
 I Ve been walking in the wood : 
 For you I 've found a bird, Jessie ; 
 
 It would leave me if it could. 
 
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 It will ever sing a pleasant 
 
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 Yes — you '11 grant it I '11 engage. 
 For the little bird I ask you 
 
 Just to buy a little cage. 
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 Another little trough for water, 
 
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 Stop, my pony, stop ! 
 Ere again so gaily spring we, 
 We a feed of corn will bring thee. 
 
 Skip, and jump, and hop, 
 
 Stop, my pony, stop. 
 
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 Well-a-day ! 
 
 Pony eats no hay ; 
 We will buy some oats or borrow, 
 Then he '11 trot right well to-morrow. 
 
 Ohone ! well-a-day ! 
 
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 Riding all day on a gallant steed. 
 
 His spurs are the brightest that can be worn, 
 And merrily rings his lusty horn ; 
 
 And hill and valley echo back 
 
 The noise of his long whip's sounding crack. 
 
 Oh, if a Courier I might be, 
 I 'd gallop away right merrily ; 
 Hurra ! hurra ! hurra ! 
 
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 HE rider is riding 
 •4 -T' Over the ditch ; 
 
 If he rides that way, 
 In he must pitch. 
 Eyes and nose ! 
 Down he goes. 
 
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 Quickly down he sunk ; 
 
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 Like a king goes he. 
 
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 Vain is all resistance, 
 
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 The lambkin in the pasture green 
 Has wool as soft as silken sheen, 
 And round its neck a bright red band ; 
 It eats crumbs from the children's hand, 
 Merrily, lambkin, play ! 
 
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 The bell upon its neck it rings : 
 That bell which on the bright red band 
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 No one would dare its peace annoy. 
 Its innocence all hearts doth warm. 
 Oh ! let me stroke thy pretty form, 
 My little pet, I pray ! 
 
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WHEN THE SNAIL IN ITS SHELL KEEPS STILL 
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 Or I will crack your shell so gay ; 
 
 Or I will throw you in yon deep ditch, 
 
 Where you may hear the raven screech ; 
 
 Or I will fling you behind the house. 
 
 To be nibbled at by a hungry mouse ; 
 
 Or I will seek the deepest of bogs, 
 
 And leave you to fatten the toads and frogs. 
 
 Out with your horns, snail, quick, I say, 
 
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 That mine ? s a weary place ; 
 With a fan I drive the flies 
 From off the baby's face, 
 
 While the rest are dancing gay, 
 I must by the cradle stay, 
 On its rocking fix my thought ; 
 Sleep, you little good for nought ! 
 
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 What do they with it ? 
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 Yes, flog, boys. 
 
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 For girls' care, you see, 
 
 Boys' industry 
 
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 NOW, MY DEARS, I'D HAVE YOU KNOW. 
 
 My name 's little Joe, 
 Very little I know. 
 Mother to me a story tell, 
 And I will try to learn it well : 
 So when I 'm asked another day, 
 I may then with courage say, — 
 " My name 's little Joe, 
 A fine story I know.'* 
 
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 The sermon's begun ; 
 A cow and a calf, 
 j£[ You now have heard half; 
 
 A cock and hen dead, 
 The sermon is ended. 
 
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 And hold a feast both great and small. 
 Have you aught ? 
 
 Now eat it. 
 Have you naught? 
 Forget it. 
 
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 But share it with the poor and needy ; 
 If you have little, take good care. 
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 For my dumpling I 've got 
 
 Neither salt nor suet ; 
 And without e'er a pot 
 
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 To the potter I will go, 
 Another pot to buy you know. 
 While I am running through the town 
 A little hunchback knocks me down. 
 
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 Ring, round ring, 
 
 The children sing. 
 Under the holly bush, 
 All cry out, Hush ! hush ! hush ! 
 
 Hear our call ! 
 
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 And round her seven children small 
 What like they to eat ? 
 
 Fish so fine. 
 What drink they ? Neat 
 
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 Hear our call, 
 Sit down all. 
 
 IF ANY BOY FOR A SOUDIER WOULD GO. 
 
 The lad who would a soldier be 
 Must have a musket tall, 
 
 And learn to load it cleverly. 
 With powder and with ball. 
 
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 A sword he must not lack ; 
 
 So both far off and hand to hand 
 The foe he may attack. 
 
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 A horse he '11 want to ride a-field, 
 
 With spurs of silver bright, 
 And bit and rein, to make it yield. 
 
 When restive in the fight. 
 
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 A fine moustache beneath his nose, 
 
 A helmet on his head ; 
 Else, when the martial trumpet blows. 
 
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 Where peril most abounded, 
 
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There came a bullet flying, — 
 
 Must I or he be slain ? 
 It struck him — there he ? s lying, 
 Close by my feet he 's dying, 
 
 Upon the blood-stained plain. 
 
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 Our lot that ball did sever ; 
 
 Henceforth, where'er I be, 
 My hand may touch his never. 
 And so farewell for ever, 
 
 My comrade brave, to thee. 
 
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 And then we'll run back home, with 
 Pears and basrs and all." 
 
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 See how the laboring honey-bee, 
 Both late and early flies ; 
 
 Each flower she visits carefully, 
 And every blossom tries. 
 
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 And, with industrious care, 
 Doth in the sunny summer tide 
 
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 To lose my head consent ; 
 
 For then I should run round and round. 
 Not knowing where I went. 
 
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 The people all who walked about 
 
 Would stare, I bet a guinea, 
 And say, " Hilloa ! good folks look out ! 
 
 There goes a silly ninny." 
 
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 My darling, hold your head quite still, 
 Your hair with neatness plait I will ; 
 With ribbons red the bands I '11 tie, 
 And violets blue, and rosemary. 
 
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 Stand still, my darling, like a lamb ; 
 The comb about to fix I am, 
 Then place the rosy wreath above, 
 And so you will be dressed my love. 
 
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 Did from To-morrow borrow, 
 
 Will its ephemeral title claim 
 From Yesterday to-morrow. 
 
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 To-morrow — which we never see. 
 
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 What will its name to-morrow be ? 
 
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 I would not be an eagle fierce, 
 With nest upon a rock, 
 
 Stealing the harmless little lambs 
 From the poor shepherd's flock. 
 
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 Snoring in bed all day, 
 
 And pouncing on the mice at night, 
 When they come out to play. 
 
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 From the daisy spangled sod, 
 
 With twinkling wings to Heaven's gate, 
 Singing the praise of God. 
 
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 In the summer night, 
 
 When the moon shines bright, 
 
 And the air is calm and still, 
 The fairies wake 
 By stream and lake, 
 
 In valley and on hill. 
 
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 From the pale blue-bell, 
 In the forest dell, 
 
 From the water lily's cup ; 
 And from sweet repose 
 In the fragrant rose, 
 
 The tiny fays spring up. 
 
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 And minstrelsey, 
 
 Their revels they renew ; 
 The feast they eat 
 Is honey sweet, 
 
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 And round and round. 
 On the mossy ground, 
 
 They dance with might and main; 
 But at morning's light 
 They flee from sight, 
 
 And hide in the flowers again. 
 
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 Accosted an Owl in the following way : — 
 
 " Good day, Mrs. Owl, may I know why you roam ? 
 
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 " Last night, Mr. Hawk, I could meet with no mice, 
 
 And my owlets are longing for something that 's nice : 
 
 You too, I suppose, are in search of some food ; — 
 
 Your politeness, I 'm sure, will protect my young brood." 
 
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 Describe them : — my want of experience makes 
 
 Me ask you this favor. I 'm curious in fowls, 
 
 But ne'er in my life have I met with young owls." 
 
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 Last Monday, dear sir, was the day of their birth, 
 
 And such lovely young creatures were ne'er seen on earth/ 
 
 They parted ; and, passing an old ruin's side, 
 
 The Hawk heard a squeaking — " here's something," he 
 
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 And spying a hole he at once entered in, 
 And found the young birds who occasioned the din. 
 t; Tis clear these are not my friend's nestlings," said he, 
 ^ For such hideous monsters I never did see." 
 So he ate the poor owlets all up in a trice, 
 And when the old mother came back with her mice 
 She found the nest empty, and cried " well-a-day ! 
 I now see how justly my father did say — 
 ' Remember, my child, in old age or in youth, 
 There is no gocd excuse for not telling the truth.* " 
 
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 HE Ass is scorn'd by thoughtless boys, 
 
 And passes weary days, 
 And all cry, " What a horrid noise !" 
 When the poor creature brays. 
 
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 Or draws his master's cart 
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 From town or village mart, 
 
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 The way their teacher asks, 
 And spend their time in foolish talk. 
 
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 Will be hereafter, as in youth, 
 The lowest of their class, 
 
 And may be called, with perfect truth, 
 More stupid than an ass. 
 
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 Yon Butterfly, whose airy form 
 Flits o'er the garden wall, 
 
 Was once a little crawling worm. 
 And could not fly at all. 
 
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 The little worm was then enclosed 
 
 Within a shell-like case, 
 And there it quietly reposed 
 
 Until its change took place, 
 
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 It roves, as free as air, 
 Visiting all the lovely things 
 
 That make the earth so fair. 
 
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 To us it will be given 
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