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 THE SOlN^GS AI^D MUSIC 
 
 OF FRIEDRICH FROEBEL'S 
 MOTHER PLAY 
 
 (MUTTER UND KOSE LIEDER) 
 
 SONGS NEWLY TRANSLATED 
 AND FURNISHED WITH NEW MUSIC 
 
 PREPARED AND ARRANGED BY 
 
 SUSAN II. BLOW 
 
 "Deep meaning oft lies bid in childish play" 
 
 Schiller 
 
 NEW YORK 
 
 D. APPLETON AND COMPANY 
 
 1901 
 

 Copyright, 1895, 
 By D. APPLETON AND COMPANY. 
 
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EDITOR'S PPwEFACE. 
 
 The publishers have divided this work of 
 Froebel in order to bring it into volumes of 
 convenient size. The edition of Wichard Lange 
 and the former English translations have the 
 form and style of a music book. In separating 
 the contents for this division, the mottoes, com- 
 mentaries, and mother communings have been 
 placed in the first volume, which may be called 
 the Mother's volume. Tne" songs and music are 
 reserved for the present volume, which is the 
 Children's volume. What it contains is suitable 
 for children's ears and voices. 
 
 As already mentioned in the preface to the 
 first volume, the illustrations are reproduced 
 from the large and well-executed cuts of the 
 Wichard Lange edition, long since out of print, 
 and now very difficult to procure even from an 
 antiquarian bookstore. The pictures in that edi- 
 tion are large enough (6 by 9 inches) to show 
 the minute details. In order to preserve these 
 details the publishers of the present edition 
 (size of page 3^ by 5 inches) have been at the 
 pains of repeating and enlarging the parts of 
 
vi EDITOR'S PREFACE. 
 
 certain of the pictures, making in some cases 
 two or three new pictures, and bringing out 
 what is obscure with greater distinctness than 
 is found even in the Lange edition. Inasmuch 
 as the children are expected to find all these par- 
 ticulars in their study of the illustrations, and 
 trace out the motives of the artist, this feature 
 of the work will be appreciated by all kinder- 
 gartners. 
 
 The publishers have also enlarged the Lange 
 pictures to four times the size of the original, and 
 printed them on a series of charts for use in the 
 kindergartens, furnishing them at a moderate 
 price. 
 
 The new music herewith offered will justify 
 itself as a substitute for that which has been dis- 
 carded. 
 
 I have already stated in my preface to the 
 former volume the reasons that have made it 
 desirable to obtain new and more poetic transla- 
 tions of these Froebelian songs. I have gone 
 so far as to say that " most of the literal imita- 
 tions of Froebel's poetry have contributed in a 
 greater or less degree to ruin the poetic sense of 
 teachers and pupils." I believe that I shall be 
 sustained in this opinion by all kindergartners 
 possessed of genuine poetic taste, but I think 
 that the versions here offered will be found sure 
 to commend themselves to all who have a " lit- 
 erary conscience." 
 
 W. T. Harris. 
 
 Washington, D. C, October, 1S95. 
 
MISS BLOWS PEEFACE. 
 
 The poems in. this volume are not literal 
 translations of those in the original Mother Play, 
 but attempts to cast Froebel's ideas into truly- 
 poetic form. A few songs have been added, in 
 order to develop the thoughts suggested in some 
 of the more important plays, and a series of 
 Wandering Games has been given to illustrate 
 Froebel's method of genetic evolution. A full 
 account of the development of these games, un- 
 der Froebel's own guidance, will be found in the 
 Pedagogics of the Kindergarten, pages 247-254.* 
 
 Since most of the melodies in the original 
 Mother Play have been condemned by competent 
 critics, new music is given in this volume. This 
 music consists in part of melodies written by 
 composers of acknowledged merit, and in part 
 of selections from folk-songs. A few of the best 
 melodies iu the original Mother Play have been 
 retained, and, finally, some of the music of Karl 
 Reinecke has been used. 
 
 Grateful acknowledgments are due to Miss 
 Eleanor Smith, and to her publishers (Messrs. 
 Milton Bradley and Thomas Charles), for per- 
 
 * International Education Series, vol. xxx. 
 
viii MISS BLOW'S PREFACE. 
 
 mission to use eight songs from Volume I aud 
 one song from Volume II of her Songs for Little 
 Children, Miss Smith's books contain songs on 
 all the subjects omitted in this volume (Good 
 Morning Songs, Weather Songs, Songs of the 
 Seasons, Christmas, Easter, and Thanksgiving 
 Songs, Flower Songs, Gift Songs, Patriotic Songs, 
 etc.) ; and I earnestly hope that her interest in 
 and generosity toward the Mother Play may in- 
 crease the influence of her already well-known 
 and popular collections. 
 
 I desire also to express my sincere thanks to 
 Mrs. Emily Huntington Miller for The Little 
 Maiden and The Stars and The Farmyard, as 
 well as for her kindness in adapting The Farm- 
 yard, by Mrs. Follen ; to Mrs. Eliot for The 
 Cuckoo, Hide and Seek, and The Child's Prayer; 
 to Miss M. J. Garland for the poem and music of 
 Play with the Limbs ; to Miss Kate L. Brown for 
 The Finger Piano, and for the use of The Little 
 Plant; to Miss Emilie Poulsson for permission 
 to use her poems Calling the Pigeons and The 
 Weathervane; to Miss Elizabeth C. Le Bourgeois 
 for the poem of The Light-Bird ; to Miss Eleonore 
 Heerwart for the use of The Trees ; to Mr. W, L. 
 Tomlins for the use of Rippling, Purling Little 
 River ; to Oliver Ditson Co. for use of Butter- 
 flies; and to Mr. Fred. Field Bullard for gener- 
 ous help in the revision of music. 
 
 The folk-songs * in this collection were se- 
 
 * On pages 161, 162, 172, 174, 176, 186, 202, 204, 207, 209, 211, 
 217, 228, 240, 243, and 263. Mr. Bullard also wrote the accom- 
 paniments to the songs on pages 187, 188, 198, 236, 239, and 257, 
 
MISS BLOW'S PliEFACE. ix 
 
 lected and adapted to the poems by Miss Euphe- 
 mia M. Parker, and were arranged for the piano- 
 forte by Mr. Fred. Field Bullard. Of these songs 
 Mr. George L. Osgood writes as follows : 
 
 It is with genuine pleasure I have read the selection 
 of folk-songs made by Miss Euphemia M. Parker and 
 arranged by Mr. Fred. F. Bullard. These quaint old 
 melodies, sprung from the heart of Nature herself, are 
 especially appropriate to the child life of the Froebel 
 verses. The selection shows rare taste and fine instinct, 
 and the accompaniments the trained musician's hand. 
 
 George L. Osgood. 
 
 Boston, Mass., 1895. 
 
 Miss Emilie Poiilsson's charming volume of 
 Finger Plays is a valuable collateral to the 
 Mother Play. I would call particular attention 
 to The Little Men, The Little Plant, and A Little 
 Boy's Walk, as songs to be used in connection 
 with The Greeting, Naming the Fingers, The 
 Little Gardener, and The Pigeon House. 
 
 Susan E. Blow. 
 
 Cazenovia, K Y., Nov. 2, 1S95. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Editor's Preface v 
 
 Preface by Miss Blow vii 
 
 POEMS AND PICTURES. 
 
 1. Play with the Limbs Emily Huntington lliUer. 2 
 
 2. Falling ! Falling ! Emiiie Poulsson. 6 
 
 3. The Weather Vane Laura E. Richards. 7 
 
 4. The Weather Vane Emiiie Poulsson. 8 
 
 5. All Gone ! Emily Himtington Ililler. 10 
 
 6. Taste Song Nora Archibald Smith. 14 
 
 7. Flower Song Kate L. Brown. 15 
 
 8. Tick ! Tack ! Emily Huntington Ililler. 16 
 
 9. Mowing Grass Emiiie Poulsson. 18 
 
 10. The Rhyme of the Bowl of Milk Emiiie Poulsson. 20 
 
 11. Beckoning the Chickens Emily Huntington Miller. 24 
 
 12. Beckoning the Pigeons Emiiie Poulsson. 28 
 
 13. Beckoning the Pigeons Emily Huntington Miller. 28 
 
 14. The Fish in the Brook Emily Huntington Ililler. 30 
 
 15. The Target Emily Hinting ton Miller. 32 
 
 16. Pat-a-Cake Emily Huntington Miller. 34 
 
 17. The Nest Emily Huntington Miller. 38 
 
 18. The Flower Basket Emily Huntington Miller. 42 
 
 19. The Pigeon House Emily Huntingtoii Miller. 44 
 
 20. Naming the Fingers Laura E. Richards. 46 
 
 21. The Greeting Emiiie Poulsson. 50 
 
 22. The Family Emiiie Poulsson. 52 
 
 23. The Family . . , Emiiie Poulsson. 54 
 
 xi 
 
xii CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 24. Numbering the Fingers Emilie Poulsson. CO 
 
 25. The Finger Piano Kate L. Brown. 62 
 
 26. Happy Brothers and Sisters Laura E. Richards. 64 
 
 27. Child's Prayer Henrietta B. Eliot. 64 
 
 28. The Children on the Tower Laura E. Richards. 66 
 
 29. The Child and the Moon Laura E. Richards. 74 
 
 30. The Child and the Moon.. . .Emily Huntitigfon Miller. 76 
 
 31. The Little Boy and the Moon. 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 76 
 
 32. The Little Maiden and the Stars. 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 78 
 
 33. The Light Bird Elizabeth Charless Le Bourgeois. 80 
 
 34. The Shadow Rabbit Laura E. Richards. 84 
 
 35. The Wolf Laura E. Richards. 90 
 
 36. The Wild Pig Laura E. Richards. 92 
 
 37. The Little Window Emily Huntington Miller. 94 
 
 38. The Little Window Laura E. Richards. 94 
 
 39. The Window George Hyde Page. 96 
 
 40. The Charcoal Burner Emily Huntington Miller. 98 
 
 41. The Carpenter Emilie Poulsson. 102 
 
 42. The Bridge Emilie Poulsson. 106 
 
 43. The Bridge Laura E. Richards. 108 
 
 44. The Farmyard Gate Emily Huntington Miller. 110 
 
 45. The Farmyard Gate. 
 
 Mrs. Fallen, adapted by Emily Huntington Miller. 112 
 
 46. The Garden Gate Emily Huntington Miller. 114 
 
 47. The Little Gardener Laura E. RicJiards. 116 
 
 48. The Wheelwright Emily Huntington Miller. 118 
 
 49. The Joiner Nora Archibald Smith. 124 
 
 50. The Knights and the Good Child. 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 126 
 
 51. The Knights and the Bad Child. 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 128 
 
 52. The Knights and the Mother. 
 
 Emily Hmtington Miller. 132 
 
 53. The Knights and the Mother. 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 134 
 
 54. Hide and Seek Henrietta R. Eliot. 136 
 
CONTENTS. xiii 
 
 PAGE 
 
 55. The Cuckoo ! Henrietta R. Eliot. 138 
 
 56. The Toyman and the Maiden. 
 
 Emily Huntington 3Iiller. 140 
 
 57. The Toyman and the Boy.. .Emily Huntingto7i Miller. 144 
 
 58. The Church Laura E. Richards. 148 
 
 59. The Little Artist Emilie Poulsson. 153 
 
 SONGS AND GAMES. 
 
 1. Play with the Limbs Old English {17th Century). 161 
 
 2. Play with the Limbs Tyrolese Folk Song. 163 
 
 3. Falling! Falling ! Fred. Field Bullard. 163 
 
 4. The Weather Vane George L. Osgood. 164 
 
 5. The Weather Vane. 
 
 Arr. from Robert Kohl, by Eleanor Smith. 164 
 
 6. The Trees Eleanor Heerwart. 165 
 
 7. The Windmill .Adolph Jensen. 166 
 
 8. Wind Song Eleanor Smith. 168 
 
 9. All Gone Fred. Field Bullard. 169 
 
 10. Taste — Guessing Game , Fred. Field Bullard. 171 
 
 11. Flower Song Scotch Melody. 173 
 
 12. Flower Song Carl Reinecke. 173 
 
 13. Tick-Tack ! Carl Reinecke. 174 
 
 14. Tick ! Tack ! Eleanor Smith. 175 
 
 15. Mowing Grass German Folk Song. 176 
 
 16. Beckoning the Chickens , T^'. W. Gilchrist. 177 
 
 17. Beckoning the Pigeons. 
 
 Arr. from Carl Reinecke, by Eleanor Smith. 178 
 
 18. The Fish in the Brook. 
 
 Arr. from Robert Kohl, by Eleanor Smith. 179 
 
 19. The Fish in the Brook. 
 
 Adapted from Johannes Brahms, by Eleanor Smith. 180 
 
 20. The Caterpillar Eleanor Smith. 181 
 
 31. Butterflies Elizabeth V. Emerson. 183 
 
 23. The Flying Bird W.W. Gilchrist. 183 
 
 33. The Target Fred. Field Bullard. 185 
 
 24. Pat-a-Cake Alsatian Folk Song. 186 
 
 25. The Mill Wheel Carl Reinecke. 187 
 
xiv CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 26. The Farmer Swiss Folk Song. 188 
 
 27. The Bird's Nest. 
 
 Arr. from Robert KoM, hy Eleanor Smiih. 190 
 
 28. In a Hedge Eleanor Smith. 191 
 
 29. The Bird's Nest W. W. Gilchrist. 192 
 
 30. What does Little Birdie stiy f Eleanor Smith. 193 
 
 31. Lullaby J. W. Elliott. 194 
 
 32. Bird Thoughts W. W. Gilchrist. 197 
 
 33. The Flower Basket 7?. Kohl. 198 
 
 34. The Flower Basket Eleanor Smith. 200 
 
 35. The Pigeon House Robert Kohl, arr. by E. S. i^Ol 
 
 36. Naming the Fingers French Folk Song. 2C3 
 
 37. The Greeting Scotch Folk Song. 204 
 
 38. Thumbs and Fingers say, " Good Morning." 
 
 Eleanor Smith. 205 
 
 39. The Family W. W. Gilchrist. 206 
 
 40. The Family Eiiphemia 31. Parker. 207 
 
 41. The Family Austrian Folk Song. 209 
 
 42. Numbering the Fingers Fretich Folk Song. 211 
 
 Lullaby Peruvian Slumber Song. 212 
 
 43. Go to sleep, Thumbkin Eleanor Smith. 213 
 
 44. Five in a Row Carl Reinecke. 214 
 
 45. Finger Piano. 
 
 Arr. from Carl Reinecke, by Eleanor Smith. 216 
 
 46. The Happy Brothers and Sisters. . Old French Lullaby. 217 
 
 47. The Baby and the Moon Eleanor Smith. 218 
 
 48. O look at the Moon ! W.W. Gilchrist. 220 
 
 49. The Little Maiden and the Stars George L. Osgood. 221 
 
 50. The Child and the Star J.W. Elliott. 223 
 
 51. Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star J.W. Elliott. 223 
 
 52. Stars and Daisies Eleanor Smith. 225 
 
 53. The Light Bird. 
 
 Arr. from Robert Kohl, by Eleanor S7nith. 226 
 
 54. The Light Bird. Eleanor Smith. 227 
 
 55. The Shadow Rabbit Child Song {Old French). 228 
 
 56. The Little Window W.W. Gilchrist. 229 
 
 57. The Window Eleanor Smith. 231 
 
 58. Transformation Game Eleanor Smith. 232 
 
CONTENTS. XV 
 
 PAGE 
 
 59. The Charcoal Burner Fred. Field Bullard. 233 
 
 60. The Carpenter IF. W. Gilchrist. 235 
 
 61. The Carpenter. ..^. M. Parker, arr. by F. F. Bullard. 236 
 63. The Bridge Eleanor Smith. 238 
 
 63. The Joiner Robert Kohl. 239 
 
 64. The Farmyard French Folk Songs. 240 
 
 65. The Garden Gate W.W. Gilchrist. 242 
 
 66. The Little Gardener Hungarian Folk Song. 243 
 
 67. The Little Gardener Carl Reinecke. 245 
 
 68. Little Annie's Garden Eleanor Smith. 246 
 
 69. The Little Plant W.W. Gilchrist. 247 
 
 70. The Wheelwright Eleanor Smith. 248 
 
 71. The Knights and the Good Child Eleanor Smith. 250 
 
 72. The Knights and the Bad Child Eleanor Smith. 252 
 
 73. The Knights and the Mother Eleanor Smith. 254 
 
 74. The Knights and the Mother Eleanor Smith. 255 
 
 75. Hide and Seek After Haydn. 257 
 
 76. The Cuckoo Fred. Field Bullard. 258 
 
 77. Hiding Game Carl Reinecke. 259 
 
 78- Guessing the Singer Carl Reinecke. 260 
 
 79. The Church Eleanor Smith. 261 
 
 80. Wandering Song Old French Lullaby. 263 
 
 81. The Visit Carl Reinecke. 265 
 
 82. Wandering Song Fred. Field Bullard. 266 
 
 83. Rippling, Purling Little River W.W. Gilchrist. 268 
 
SONGS AND PICTURES. 
 
PLAY WITH THE LIMBS. 
 
 Up and down, and in and out, 
 Toss the little limbs about ; 
 Kick the pretty dimpled feet — 
 That's the way to grow, my sweet ! 
 
 This way and that. 
 
 With a pat-a-pat-pat. 
 
 With one, two, throe. 
 
 For each little knee. 
 
 By-and-bye, in work and play. 
 They'll be busy all the day ; 
 Wading in the water clear. 
 Running swift for mother dear. 
 
 So this way and that. 
 
 With a pat-a-pat-pat. 
 
 And one, two, three. 
 
 For each little knee. 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 
 

 
 <Strampfflbdn. 
 
 5lui)« gieb mir ba« atrampfel- 
 belit, 
 j JBoUen fc^lageit aui iDfobn unb 
 £et« 
 Oel fiir'a SampAen jlerlii^, tlein, 
 I)a« ei brenite bell unb retit, 
 SBenn «DtutterIieb' in langer 
 
 9lad)t 
 Our '« liebe, tieiiie jViiibdjen 
 
 
FALLING! FALLING! 
 
 Down goes baby, 
 
 Mother's pet; 
 Up comes baby, 
 Laughing yet. 
 Baby well may laugh at harm. 
 While beneath is mother's arm. 
 
 Down goes baby. 
 Without fear ; 
 Up comes baby. 
 Gaily here. 
 All is joy for baby while 
 In the light of mother's smile, 
 
 Emilie Poulsson. 
 
THE WEATHER- VANE. 
 
 Weathercock, what makes you go 
 Round and round the whole day so ? 
 
 'Tis the wind whirls me ! 
 
 'Tis the wind twirls me ! 
 So to all the world I show 
 How the merry wind doth go. 
 
 Pretty kite, what makes you fly. 
 Up above the tree-tops high ? 
 
 'Tis the wind lifts me ! 
 
 'Tis the wind drifts me ! 
 Tosses me in merry play. 
 Here and there and every way. 
 
 Windmill, high on yonder hill. 
 
 What makes your sails go turning still ? 
 
 'Tis the wind loves them ! 
 
 'Tis the wind moves them ! 
 Helps them turn the mill-stones round. 
 So your meal and flour's ground. 
 
 The wind can do so many things. 
 The airy sprite on viewless wings : 
 It waves tlie flag, it hends the tree. 
 It shakes our curls for you and me ; 
 And in our merry play we too. 
 Show all the things the wind can do. 
 
 Laura E. Richards. 
 
THE WEATHER-VANE. 
 
 This way, tliat way. 
 
 Turns the weather-vane; 
 This way, that way. 
 Turns and turns again. 
 Turning, pointing, ever showing. 
 How the merry wind is blowing. 
 
 Emilie Poulsson. 
 
ALL GONE I 
 
 All gone ! the supper's gone ! 
 Wliite bread and milk so sweet, 
 For baby dear to eat. 
 
 All gone ! the supper's gone ! 
 Where did baby's supper go ? 
 Tongue, you had a share, I know. 
 Little mouth, with open lips. 
 Through your rosy gate it slips. 
 Little throat, you know full well 
 Where it went, if you would tell. 
 
 Little hands, grow strong ; 
 
 Little legs, grow long ; 
 
 Little cheeks, grow red : 
 
 You have all been fed. 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 
 
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 13 
 
TASTE SONG. 
 
 When the red lips open wide, 
 And you part the teeth inside. 
 Then a tiny door you show. 
 Where this little plum may go. 
 Now the pink tongue comes in haste. 
 All the pleasant juice to taste. 
 Ah, 'tis very nice and sweet ! 
 Fruit like this is good to eat. 
 
 Bid good-bye to juicy plum ; 
 
 Let the sour apple come — 
 
 Take a dainty little bite 
 
 From its cheek all red and white. 
 
 What a funny face you make ! 
 
 How your little head you shake ! 
 
 In your look I see confessed 
 
 That you like the sweet things best. 
 
 Now the bitter almond try. 
 Brown its shell, and hard and dry ; 
 Yet within, a kernel white 
 Shyly hides away from sight. 
 Yes, it draws the mouth a bit. 
 But it's wholesome, every whit. 
 Many bitter things you'll meet : 
 Time, perhaps, will make them sweet. 
 
 All the fruits and nuts, in turn. 
 Teach a lesson you may learn. 
 If a thing is ripe all through. 
 Then 'tis very good for you ; 
 But to eat the unripe things. 
 Sharpest pain and trouble brings ; 
 Though they look so fresh and fair. 
 Danger, dear, is hiding there. 
 
 Nora Archibald Smith. 
 14 
 
FLOWER SONG. 
 
 Smell the flower, my child, and see 
 What its perfume tells to thee. 
 In its cup, so small and bright. 
 Safely hidden from our sight. 
 There an angel-spirit dwells. 
 And its message sweetly tells. 
 
 " From my tender resting-place. 
 Little one with happy face, 
 I am talking to thee, dear. 
 Though no voice my child may hear ; 
 But my perfume sweet will tell, 
 Little friend, I love thee well." 
 
 Kate L, Brown. 
 
 15 
 
TICK! TACKl 
 
 Swing, swong ! this is the way- 
 Goes the pendulum night and day. 
 "Tick! took! tick! took!" 
 Never resting, says the clock. 
 " Time for work and time for fun, 
 Time to sleep when day is done. 
 Tick ! tock ! " Hear the clock ! 
 " Time to rest each little head ; 
 Time the children were in bed." 
 
 Swing, swong! sure and slow 
 
 Goes the pendulum to and fro. 
 
 "Tick! tock! tick! tock!" 
 
 In the morning says the clock. 
 " Time to wake from slumber sweet. 
 Time to wash and time to eat. 
 Tick ! tock ! " Hear the clock, 
 
 " Tick, tack, tock ! " it cries, 
 
 " Children, it is time to rise ! " 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 
 
 18 
 
17 
 
MOWING GRASS. 
 
 Peter, Peter, quickly go 
 To the field the grass to mow ; 
 Juicy grass, and hay so sweet. 
 Bring them for the cow to eat. 
 Lina, Lina, milk the cow ; 
 Good milk she will give us now. 
 Milk to drink, with rolls or bread. 
 Thus we little ones are fed. 
 
 Let us thank our friends, each one : 
 Peter, for the mowing done, 
 Lina, for the milking, too, 
 And for milk, good cow, thank you. 
 Thanks to all are gladly said : 
 Baker, thank you for the bread. 
 Thanks dear mother shall not miss. 
 Given with a loving kiss, 
 
 Emilie Poulsson. 
 
 18 
 
19 
 
THE RHYME OF THE BOWL OP MILK. 
 
 Oh, here is the milk, so sweet mid white. 
 All ready for dear little baby ! 
 
 This is the mother, who with delight 
 Poured into the bowl the milk so white. 
 All ready for dear little bab}^ ! 
 
 This is the milkmaid, who worked with a will 
 Her pail with the cow's good milk to fill, 
 To take to the mother, who with delight 
 Poured into the bowl the milk so white. 
 All ready for dear little baby ! 
 
 This is the cow that gave milk each day 
 To Molly the milkmaid, who worked with a will 
 Her pail with the cow's good milk to fill. 
 To take to the mother, who with delight 
 Poured into the bowl the milk so white, 
 All ready for dear little baby ! 
 
 This is the dry and sweet-smelling hay 
 That was fed to the cow that gave milk each day 
 To Molly, the milkmaid, who worked with a will 
 Her pail with the cow's good milk to fill. 
 To take to the mother, who with delight 
 Poured into the bowl the milk so white. 
 All ready for dear little baby! 
 20 
 
This is the grass — (in the field it grew, 
 Helped by the sunshine, and rain, and dew) — 
 The grass that was dried into sweet- smelling hay. 
 And fed to the cow that gave milk each day 
 To Molly, the milkmaid, who worked with a will 
 Her pail with the cow's good milk to fill. 
 To take to the mother, who with delight 
 Poured into the bowl the milk so white. 
 All ready for dear little baby ! 
 
 This is the mower, who worked at the farm. 
 Swinging the scythe with his strong right arm, 
 Mowing the fields of grass that grew. 
 Helped by the sunshine, and rain, and dew — 
 The grass that was dried into sweet-smelling hay. 
 And fed to the cow that gave milk each day 
 To Molly, the milkmaid, who worked with a will 
 Her pail with the cow's good milk to fill. 
 To take to the mother, who with delight 
 Poured into the bowl the milk so white. 
 All ready for dear little baby ! 
 
 Emilie Poulsson. 
 
 22 
 
BECKONING THE CHICKENS, 
 
 Tiny fingers in a row, 
 Beckon to the chickens — so. 
 ■ Downy little chickens dear. 
 Fingers say, " Come here ! come here ! '^ 
 
 Chick! chick! chick! chick! 
 Fingers say, " Come here ! come here ! " 
 Pretty chickens, soft and small. 
 Do not fear — we love you all ! 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 
 
 24 
 
25 
 
26 
 
27 
 
BECKONING THE PIGEONS. 
 
 Call the pigeons, baby dear — 
 
 Beckon them to yon ; 
 Hear them answer lovingly, 
 
 Coo-ool coo-oo! coo! 
 
 Emilie Poulsson. 
 
 BECKONING THE PIGEONS. 
 
 See tlie pretty pigeons, coming, love, to meet 
 
 you! 
 Little dimpled hand, can you learn to say, " I 
 
 greet you ? " 
 Bend the rosy fingers, wave them to and fro : 
 Pigeons, pretty pigeons, baby greets you so. 
 
 Smooth your shining feathers, spread your glossy 
 
 wings ; 
 Baby loves to see you, gentle, fearless things. 
 Here is grain to feed you, but, before you fly, 
 Pigeons, pretty pigeons, baby says " Good-bye ! '* 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 
 
 28 
 
THE FISH IN THE BROOK. 
 
 Merry little fishes, 
 
 In the brook at play. 
 Floating in the shallows, 
 Darting swift away. 
 Happy little fishes, come and play with mo ! " 
 No, O no ! " the fishes say, " that can never be ! " 
 
 Pretty bodies curving, 
 
 Bending like a bow, 
 
 Through the clear, bright water. 
 
 See them swiftly go. 
 
 Happy little fishes, may we play with you ? " 
 
 No, O no ! " the fishes say, " that would never 
 
 do!" 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 
 
 30 
 
31 
 
THE TARGET. 
 
 One piece this way, 
 
 And one piece that, 
 And a smooth little board 
 
 That is round and flat. 
 Drive in a pe^ 
 
 That will hold them well. 
 And here is a target, 
 Ready to sell ! 
 '' Wliat costs it ? " " Three halfpennies." 
 " That is too dear ; 
 Only two halfpennies 
 Have I here." 
 " Three halfpennies is just enough — 
 One for the work and two for the stuff. 
 Three halfpennies the buyer must pay; 
 Who can not pay it must run away," 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller, 
 
 33 
 
PAT-A-CAKE. 
 
 Come, my baby, you shall make 
 Mother dear a little cake. 
 Roll it this way, roll it that, 
 Pat the cake all smooth and flat ; 
 Mark it there, and mark it here — 
 There's a cake for mother dear. 
 
 Baker, is yo'ur oven hot ? 
 Bake my cake, but burn it not. 
 Here's the oven, hot and ready. 
 Toss the cake in, straight and steady. 
 Bake it brown, and bring it here. 
 Baby's cake for mother dear. 
 
 Emily Huntincton Miller,, 
 
 34 
 
85 
 
THE NEST. 
 
 Here's a pretty cradle nest, 
 
 Snug, and warm, and round ; 
 Cuddled in the downy bed. 
 Little nestling birds we found. 
 " Stay ! stay ! " the birdies say, 
 " Mother, do not fly away ! " 
 " Dear, so dear, never fear ! 
 Mother waits and watches near." 
 Peep ! peep ! Dear, so dear. 
 Hush, my babies, do not fear ! " 
 
 Ejiily Huntington Miller. 
 
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40 
 
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 41 
 
THE FLOWER-BASKET. 
 
 Weave the little basket, fill it up with posies, 
 
 Roses from the garden, blossoms from the wood. 
 With our birthday wishes, with our songs and 
 kisses, 
 Bring it to the father, de.ar and kind and good. 
 With smiles and with singing 
 Our gift we are bringing, 
 But love is the treasure 
 We give without measure. 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 
 
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THE PIGEON -HOUSE. 
 
 Oh, see my pigeoii-liouse so high ! 
 Come, my pretty pigeons, haste to fly ! 
 
 To pleasant fields they swiftly go. 
 
 So busy gleaning to and fro. 
 And when they come back to rest at night. 
 Again I close my pigeon-house tight. 
 
 Here, in the home so snug and warm. 
 Live the little children safe from harm. 
 
 They pass the day in merry play. 
 
 Through woods and meadows green they stray, 
 But when they come back at night to rest. 
 Father and mother and home are best. 
 
 ^Vhen evening shadows slowly creep. 
 Softly coo the pigeons, nestling to sleep. 
 
 The gentle mother, wise and dear. 
 
 Her happy children gathers near. 
 And sings to the baby on her breast, 
 "The world is pleasant, but home is best." 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 
 
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 45 
 
NAMING THE FINGERS. 
 
 This is little Tommy Thumb, 
 Round and smooth as any plum. 
 This is busy Peter Pointer ; 
 Surely he's a double- jointer. 
 This is mighty Toby Tall ; 
 He's the biggest one of all. 
 This is dainty Reuben Ring ; 
 He's too fine for anything. 
 And this little wee one, maybe, 
 Is the pretty Finger-baby. 
 All the five we've counted now. 
 Busy fingers in a row. 
 Every finger knows the way 
 How to work and how to play ; 
 Yet together work they best. 
 Each one helping all the rest. 
 
 Laura E. Richards. 
 
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49 
 
THE GREETING. 
 
 Now see them here, 
 
 Tliese friends so dear. 
 As they together meet ; 
 
 With bo\rs polite. 
 
 And faces bright. 
 Each other they will greet: 
 
 ■' Oh, how do yon do ? 
 
 And how do you do ? 
 And how do you do again ? 
 
 And how do you do ? 
 
 And how do you do ?" 
 Say all these children ten, 
 
 Emilie Potilsson, 
 
 50 
 
51 
 
THE FAMILY. 
 
 This is the loving mother. 
 
 Always good and dear ; 
 Tills is the busy father, 
 
 Brave and full of cheer ; 
 This is the merry brother, 
 
 Grown so strong and tall • 
 This is the gentle sister. 
 This the baby small ; 
 And here they all together meot. 
 This whole glad family complete. 
 
 Emilie Poulsson. 
 
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 53 
 
THE FAMILY. 
 
 This is the mother, so busy at home, 
 Who loves her dear children, whatever may 
 come. 
 
 This is the father, so brave and so strong. 
 Who works for his family all the day long. 
 
 This is the brother, who'll soon be a man ; 
 He helps his good mother as much as he can. 
 
 This is the sister, so gentle and rriild. 
 Who plays that the dolly is her little child. 
 
 This is the baby, all dimpled and sweet ; 
 
 How soft his wee hands and his chubby pink feet I 
 
 Father, and mother, and children so dear. 
 Together you see them, one family hero. 
 
 E.MILIE POULSSON. 
 
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57 
 
59 
 
NUMBERING THE FINGERS. 
 
 The thumb is one, 
 The pointer two. 
 The middle finger three ! 
 Ring finger four. 
 Little finger five. 
 
 And that is all, you see. 
 
 Now we have put them all to bed, 
 
 A quiet sleep to take, 
 And softly sing a lullaby, 
 
 Lest they too early wake. 
 
 Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby, 
 All hushed and still the birdies sit 
 
 Upon the branches high. 
 The flow'rets hang their pretty heads, 
 
 The wind sings lullaby. 
 
 Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby. 
 
 Emilie Poulsson. 
 
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THE FINGER PIANO. 
 
 Listen, children dear, 
 The lovely music hear ; 
 Little fingers downward go — 
 Hark ! the answer, sweet and low : 
 La! la! la! etc. 
 
 Rippling, sparkling in the sun, 
 See the laughing brooklets run. 
 Tell us, brooklet, in your play. 
 Tell the song you sing to-day. 
 Up and down the fingers go, 
 Brooklets singing as they flow. 
 
 Now the merry lark on high 
 Carols sweetly from the sky ; 
 Wide he spreads his fluttering wings. 
 Showering gladness as he sings. 
 
 Up and down the fingers go ; 
 
 'Tis the lark's song here below. 
 
 Thus the hand, so small a thing, 
 Still may sweetest music bring. 
 Fingers, you must move along, 
 You may help to make the song. 
 Up and down the fingers go, 
 Waken, music, sweet and low ! 
 
 Kate L. P>uown. 
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HAPPY BROTHERS AND SISTERS. 
 
 Five brothers and sisters, 
 
 Busy all the day; 
 Light goes, night comes, 
 
 Sleepy now are they. 
 
 Say the prayer softly. 
 
 Close the tired eyes : 
 " May our heavenly Father 
 
 Watch us till we rise I " 
 
 Happy, happy children. 
 
 Fast asleep are you. 
 Drop the head ! go to bed ! 
 
 We are sleepy too ! 
 
 Laura E. RiciiardSo 
 
 CHILD'S PRAYER. 
 
 Heavenly Father, day is done, 
 And the quiet night begun ; 
 Thou hast kept me through the day, 
 Keep me through the night, I x'ray. 
 
 And, dear Father, while I share 
 In thy tender love and care. 
 Help me every day to be 
 An obedient child to thee. 
 
 Henrietta R. Eliot.* 
 
 * The fnllowinj^ lines are suggested by Mrs. Eliot as an alter- 
 native to first stanza of this poem : 
 
 Now I lay me down to sleep : 
 Heavenly Father, wilt thou keep 
 Mc and those I love all night. 
 For with thee 'tis always light. 
 
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 65 
 
THE CHILDREN ON THE TOWER. 
 
 Two hands and eight little fingers, 
 
 And two little Grandmothers Thumb. 
 'Tis long since they met, but they never forget, 
 
 So a-visiting now they come. 
 " How do you do ?" and " How do you do ? " 
 
 With nods and bows they say. 
 " How do you do ? " and " How do you do 9 
 
 And what is the news to-day ? " 
 They tell of their making baskets ; 
 
 They tell of eggs in the nest ; 
 They tell the loves of the soft white doves 
 
 That flutter and sink to rest ; 
 They tell of the little fishes 
 
 That wriggle their little tails ; 
 They tell of the baker, the pat-a-cake maker. 
 
 Whose kindness never fails ; 
 They tell of the vane on the steeple. 
 
 How this way and that it goes ; 
 Of Peter the mower, who hour by hour. 
 
 The grass and the clover-top mows. 
 
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" But all the stories are told now, 
 
 And what, oh, what shall we do ? " 
 " We'll climb the tower this very hour. 
 
 And there admire the view." 
 Thus cry the children gladly. 
 
 But each little Grandmother Thumb, 
 She courtesys so, and she says " No ! no ! 
 
 I will not, will not come ! 
 We'll go to church together. 
 
 As good little grandmothers do. 
 And there we'll wait — but don't be late ! — 
 
 Yes, there we'll wait for you. 
 And while in church we're waiting, 
 
 A little prayer we'll say, 
 And thanks we'll give for the days we live, 
 
 And thanks for the children gay." 
 
 68 
 
69 
 
The children climb the tower, 
 
 And up and up they go ; 
 Like fairies small look one and all, 
 
 Still mounting in a row. 
 Now higher still, and higher, 
 
 With never a fear of a fall. 
 Till one he stumbles, and one he tumbles. 
 
 And down come toppling all ! 
 And down comes the tower itself, too. 
 
 On top of the church — ah me ! 
 Oh, what a smashing ! oh, what a crashing ! 
 
 And where can the children be ? 
 See ! creeping out from the ruins 
 
 By ones and twos they come ; 
 And, deary me ! at last we see 
 
 Each good little Grandmother Thumb. 
 " Oh, bless us now ! " and, " Oh, kiss us now ! • 
 
 And, " Listen, my dears, to me : 
 Another day, whatever you say. 
 
 More careful we all must be ! " 
 
 Laura E. RuinARDS. 
 
 70 
 
71 
 
THE CHILD AND THE MOON. 
 
 See the moon, baby, 
 
 Riding so Mgh ! 
 Will it come, maybe, 
 
 Down from the sky ? 
 " Moon, come and play now. 
 
 Pray you, with me ! " 
 " Nay, my dear, nay, now — ■ 
 
 That can not be. 
 In my blue home here 
 
 Always I stay ; 
 Yet while I roam here. 
 
 Dear, we can play. 
 Silver beams gliding 
 
 Down to your feet. 
 Seeking and hiding. 
 
 Play with you, sweet ! 
 E'en when above you 
 
 Clouds hide my face. 
 Still I will love you. 
 
 There in my place. 
 When the clouds fleeting 
 
 Leave my sky clear, 
 Bright shines my greeting. 
 
 Loving and dear. 
 If your part you'll do, 
 
 I will do mine ; 
 Yours, to be good and true ; 
 
 Mine, just to shine ! " 
 
 Laura E. Ricuards. 
 74 
 
75 
 
THE CHILD AND THE MOON. 
 
 " Bright, round moon in the starry sky. 
 Sailing above the steeple high, 
 I am so glad your face to see. 
 Come from your far-off place to me ! " 
 
 " Dear little child, if I come to thee, 
 Who will shine for the ships at sea ? 
 And how will the traveller find his way. 
 Unless in my far-off place I stay ? " 
 
 " Bright, round moon, you may shine for all. 
 Sailing above the steeple tall. 
 Tlianks I give for your friendly light. 
 Beautiful moon ! Good-bye ! good-night ! " 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 
 
 THE LITTLE BOY AND THE MOON. 
 
 Pretty moon, your face I see 
 Just above the garden tree. 
 Are you smiling now for me ? — 
 Moon 80 brightly smiling ! 
 
 Yellow moon, so bright, so near. 
 In the sky so soft and clear, 
 I can almost reach you here — 
 Moon so softly shining! 
 
 Bring the ladder strong and new. 
 Now I know what I will do : 
 I will climb and sail with you — 
 Moon so slowly sailing ! 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 
 
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THE LITTLE MAIDEN AND THE STARS. 
 
 Now the stars begin to peep 
 
 In the sky, so pure and bright ; 
 Baby soon must go to sleep — 
 
 She must bid the stars good-night. 
 
 Little feet are tired of play ; 
 
 Come, my darling, come away I 
 
 "See the mother-star, so dear ! 
 
 With her little children small! 
 And the father watching near — 
 
 Pretty stars, I love you all ! 
 
 When I shut my eyes to sleep 
 
 All the night your watch you keep. 
 
 " Father-star, so big and bright. 
 Close beside them do you stay ? 
 
 Are there posies, red and white. 
 In the meadows where they play ? 
 Do you shake the dreamland tree 
 Every night for them and me ? 
 
 "Mother-star, I wish I knew 
 
 How your babies go to bed ; 
 Do they run as chickens do. 
 
 Hiding every yellow head ? 
 
 Do you tuck them, soft and deep, 
 
 In a fleecy cloud to sleep ? " 
 
 Come, my darling ! while you sleep 
 
 On your pillow, soft and white. 
 Stars will through your window peep. 
 
 Smiling, "Baby, dear, good-night ! 
 
 Sweetly dream and safely rest 
 
 In your pretty cradle nest ! " 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 
 
7fl 
 
THE LIGHT-BIRD. 
 
 Child. 
 
 O BIRDIE, gleaming on the wall. 
 
 Gleaming, 
 
 Gleaming, 
 Are you coming when I call. 
 
 Or am I dreaming ? 
 
 Mother. 
 
 'Tis the light-bird, 
 
 A very bright bird. 
 That is gleaming on the wall. 
 
 'Tis the light-bird, 
 
 A very bright bird. 
 But it will not heed your call. 
 
 80 
 
81 
 
Child. 
 
 I've seen the moonbeams in the night 
 
 Streaming, 
 
 Streaming, 
 The little stars that twinkle bright 
 
 Like fireflies seeming. 
 
 Mother. 
 
 Like the light-bird. 
 
 Like the bright bird, 
 That is gleaming on the wall — 
 
 Like the light-bird. 
 
 Like the bright bird, 
 They will not heed your call. 
 
 Mother and Child. 
 
 The sun, the moon, the twinkling stars. 
 
 The rainbow in the skies, 
 A mother's smile, a father's love. 
 
 We catch them with our eyes ; 
 We can not hold them in our hand. 
 
 Yet from them need not part. 
 For when we've caught them with our eyes. 
 
 We hold them in our heart. 
 
 Elizabeth Charless Le Bourgeois. 
 
 83 
 
83 
 
THE SHADOW RABBIT. 
 
 Hey, the rabbit ! ho, the rabbit ! 
 
 See, the rabbit on the wall 
 Pricks his ears, for that's his habit- 
 Pricks them up and lets them fall. 
 Pretty rabbit, stay, now ! 
 Come with me and play, now I 
 No, ah, no ! he will not stay ; 
 Up he jumps and springs away. 
 
 Now the rabbit sits upright. 
 Munching grass with all his might. 
 See him wrinkle up his nose ! 
 What's that for, do you suppose ? 
 Rabbit, shall I feed you ? 
 " No, I do not need you ! 
 Rabbits made upon the wall 
 Feed themselves or not a.t all." 
 
 84 
 
85 
 
Down our rabbit cowers now ; 
 Sure, some danger lowers now ! 
 See, the hunter with his gun 
 Thinks he's going to have some fun, 
 
 Pufie ! the bullet's flying ! 
 
 Is our rabbit dying ? 
 Not a bit, for see him run ! 
 Rabbits, too, can have their fun ! 
 
 Laura E. RiciiARns. 
 
87 
 

89 
 
THE WOLF. 
 
 From the dark greenwood. 
 
 From the forest fair, 
 Up comes a gray wolf, 
 
 Trotting here and there. 
 See how lank and thin is he! 
 Hungry must the creature he. 
 In the wood are berries sweet. 
 But such things he will not eat. 
 
 So he goes a-hunting 
 
 Through the meadows fair. 
 
 Sniffing, snuffing. 
 
 Prowling here and there. 
 
 Wolf, you shall not bear away 
 
 Tender kid or lamb to-day ; 
 
 F(n* I see the hunter stand 
 
 With his trusty gun in hand. 
 
 Laura E. Richards. 
 
 90 
 
91 
 
THE WILD PIG. 
 
 From the green oak wood, 
 
 Where the acorns lie. 
 Up comes a wild pig. 
 
 Grunting low and high. 
 Children do not often see 
 Such a piggy- wig as he ! 
 With his long and slender snout 
 See him rooting all about, 
 Poking here, and poking there, 
 Grubbing up his simple fare, 
 Roots and nuts and acorns sweet. 
 Such as piggies love to eat. 
 Hark ! a rustling in the bush ! 
 Off goes piggie with a rush ; 
 Grunting, squealing, there he goes. 
 Where the forest thickest grows ; 
 And the hunter, brave and gay. 
 Will not dine on pig to-day ! 
 
 Laura E. Richards. 
 
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THE LITTLE WINDOW. 
 
 Peek-a-boo, light ! beautiful light. 
 Shining so clear through my window bright, 
 Down from the sky swiftly you fly — 
 Peek-a-boo, beautiful light ! 
 
 Peek-a-boo, light ! beautiful light ! 
 Making the fields and meadows so bright ; 
 Flowers in the grass smile as you pass — 
 Peek-a-boo, beautiful light! 
 
 Peek-a-boo, light ! beautiful light ! 
 Love is the sunshine that makes the heart l)right. 
 Pure we would be, shining like thee — 
 Peek-a-boo, beautiful light ! 
 
 EMUiY Huntington Miller. 
 
 THE LITTLE WINDOW. 
 
 In the water, pure and clear. 
 
 Light loves to play ; 
 In the dewdrop's glittering sphere 
 
 Shines the captured ray ; 
 But the firm and solid wall 
 Gives no gleam of light at all. 
 
 .94 
 
95 
 
Through the parting clouds on high 
 
 Streams the sunlight there ! 
 Look ! for in the brightening sky 
 
 Shines the rainbow fair ! 
 Light can turn the storm-cloud gray 
 All to gold and crimson gay. 
 
 Light is pure and good and fair. 
 
 And it loves to rest 
 Ever on the things that are 
 
 Brightest, ay, and best. 
 Then w^ith smiling faces bright 
 Let us greet the loving light ! 
 
 Laura E. Richards. 
 
 THE WINDOW. 
 
 " Come, lovely light, and shino on us, 
 
 And make us warm and bright. 
 You shine on us ; well gaze on you. 
 For day has conquered night. 
 In thankful praise of your bright rays. 
 
 We lift our happy voices ; 
 For you love us, and we love you. 
 And all the world rejoices." 
 
 " Dear child, the sun has sent me down 
 
 To make another day, 
 And help you tread the path of right 
 By brightening your way. 
 In thankful praise of his bright rays. 
 
 Then, lift your happy voices ; 
 For you love him, and he loves you. 
 And all the world rejoices." 
 
 George Hyde Page. 
 96 
 
5»as "Smficc. 
 
 ©ieli, burd) 'S belle j^crtfterldn, 
 ,ttiiK{)cn 1 fommt Da« Cidit betiin , 
 ©agt: „!DJbd)t' gem bcim Aii. 
 
 fein, 
 SOJiidit' taSfelbe gem erfreun." 
 „„@u(fgu(f, ©Uifguci! bu Itebe* 
 
 «td)t, 
 ©d)au freunblic^ mir in '« Singe 
 
 ,,,ft(iibd)eii ! bin getaufcn fdinetl 
 ^Dinm' fd)Dn uoii fcer 'Somu' bell ; 
 §ab' ^cn JBeg gar balD soUbrad)t, 
 3Beit id) iin mein ilinb gebndjt ; 
 Alrifdicn licbt ia beOc* 5?i*t, 
 ilCcid)' bavon, mem i^int* 
 nidit." 
 
 
 
 97 
 
THE CHARCOAL BURNER. 
 
 Why does the charcoal burner stay- 
 Up in the forest by night and day ? 
 He chops the trees, and he piles the wood. 
 And burns it slow to the charcoal good. 
 
 The blacksmith's hammer goes "Klitig ! klang ! 
 
 Ming ! 
 Charcoal! charcoal hurry and bring ! 
 For how can I shoe the pony's feet, 
 Without good charcoal the iron to heat ? " 
 
 The charcoal burner is black and grim. 
 
 But thanks for his labour we owe to him ; 
 
 He chops the trees with a whack! whack! 
 
 whack ! 
 And burns the wood to the charcoal black. 
 
 Knives and hatchets, shovels and rakes. 
 Shoes for the pony, the blacksmith makes. 
 The bellows blow and the hammers beat. 
 But he must have charcoal the iron to heat. 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 
 
 08 
 
99 
 

101 
 
THE CARPENTER. 
 
 Busy is tlie carpenter ; 
 
 At liis work he stands. 
 Oh, the wonders he can do 
 
 With his skilful hands ! 
 Sawing now, the long, long boards 
 
 Shorter soon he makes ; 
 And the rough is quickly smoothed 
 
 When the plane he takes. 
 
 By his work the crooked soon 
 
 Straight and even grows ; 
 Curved he changes into flat ; 
 
 Wondrous skill he shows ! 
 Thus he works so busily. 
 
 But we hear him say 
 " Here a board, and there a board, 
 
 Pray, what use are they ? " 
 
 So the carpenter at last 
 
 All together brings, 
 Nails the boards and timbers fast — 
 
 How his hammer rings ! 
 Thus a cosy house he builds 
 
 Where the child may live ; 
 And for this the grateful child 
 
 Love and thanks will give. 
 
 Emilie Poulsson. 
 1!)3 
 
(ScfU mtr niir ^cn 3'""i'fniuiiin, 
 i'Jdd)' fcltiie iXun^t cr iit'cii tiuiii : 
 9[Bas ficlit I'rtiiflt cr jum ©tut} ; 
 SBa j lang tft, niad)t er turj ; 
 Dai DJimbc mnd)t cr ^u\h ; 
 Xiai Sfaitbc nind)t cr fllatt ; 
 SBrtS frumm ift, macbt er glcid) ; 
 So i|i an A'unft er reid). 
 
 Das (Sinjlc iitd)t ihm g'niigt, 
 Biiin (Saiijcn fd)iic£l er'S fii.it; 
 iod), »a« fenmit ^a fieraus ? — 
 5lui! SBiiItcn irirb eiii §iiiis ! 
 ©in ^lUiS fiir '<S giitc ixinb, 
 Iiag a brin eucrr, finb\ 
 Tie forgfam ci bewabrcn 
 Scr ©cet'» unb t'cib'^gcfiibren. 
 
 Sen Simnurniann tae Ainb b'nim 
 
 ItCl't, 
 
 3)cr ibm ben ©d)«5 bc« Jpauft* 
 
 103 
 
104 
 
105 
 
THE BRIDGE. 
 
 The brook is flowing merrily ; 
 
 Its waters swiftly glide ; 
 A little child looks longingly 
 
 Beyond its rippling tide. 
 
 Across the brook are pretty ferns. 
 
 And oh, such lovely moss ! 
 And flow'rs that seem to nod at him 
 
 And beckon him across. 
 
 But dark the water flows between ; 
 
 The stream is deep and wide ; 
 No way the little child can find 
 
 To reach the other side. 
 
 But soon there comes a carpenter. 
 
 Who works with busy hands. 
 And builds a bridge that safe and strong 
 
 Above the water stands. 
 
 " Oh, thanks to you, good carpenter ! " 
 
 The child calls out in glee ; 
 " Now I can reach the other side 
 
 Where I have longed to be.^' 
 
 Then on the bridge the happy child 
 
 Runs back and forth at will. 
 Although beneath, so deep and wide. 
 
 The brook is flowing still. 
 
 Emilie Poulsson. 
 106 
 
107 
 
THE BRIDGE. 
 
 Where the stream flows swift and fair. 
 
 How shall I cross over ? 
 In the golden meadows there 
 
 Gaily nods the clover. 
 " Bring the beam, and bring the plank ! 
 Build a bridge froni bank to bank ! " 
 
 To my friends and playmates dear 
 
 How shall I be showing 
 All the love that daily here 
 
 In my heart is growing ? 
 " You must play the joiner's part — 
 Build a bridge from heart to heart ! " 
 
 Every loving word you say 
 
 Makes the bridge the stronger ; 
 
 Helpful deeds from day to day 
 Make it last the longer. 
 
 Love and joy will banish strife ! 
 
 So the bridge shall last your life ! 
 
 Laura E. Richards. 
 
 108 
 
109 
 
THE FARMYARD GATE. 
 
 Johnny, shut the farmyard gate ! 
 Quick, or you will be too late ! 
 Don't you hear the pony neigh ? — - 
 " Let us have some fun to-day ! 
 Woods and waters I can see : 
 Come and try a race with me ! " 
 
 Pretty cow says : " Moo-oo-oo ! 
 Wait for me ; I'm coming too. 
 I should like to eat my fill 
 In the pasture bright and still 
 I should like to stand and drink 
 At the little brook's green brink," 
 
 " Baa ! " the sheep say, " let us go 
 Where the milk-white daisies grow 
 On the hillsides, warm and steep ; 
 We can nibble grass, or sleep. 
 Come, old Rover, lead the way — 
 You will keep us safe to-day." • 
 
 Lazy pig, with sleepy eyes. 
 On the straw contented lies ; 
 Chickens peep and pigeons coo ; 
 Loud the cock is crowing too ; 
 Ducks in glossy feathers dressed. 
 Quack and chatter with the rest. 
 
 Hurry, Johnny — do not wait ! 
 Quickly shut the farmyard gate ! 
 Cow, and sheep, and pony dear. 
 We must keep you safely here ! 
 Bird and bee, you need not stay : 
 You have wings to fly away. 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 
 110 
 
Tiai ©pftl)cr. 
 
 SCttS fcO Mc§ ictn ?— (Till St) o r 
 fcU •« ffiii, 
 
 Uni fithrcnt in ten ^ o f (nnctn : 
 X^a l>riiuicn tic fHepIcin, 
 Til flii'ili'it tie 2fliii'Iciii, 
 Ta fd)iuittcrn tie (Mai;e(Jun, 
 Til iiuafcii tic (fiiidu-n, 
 3?a Uipcn tie .'niit'ndicn, 
 Ia fnil'et tcr fy-\ln, 
 (J* nmimcn tie 5Ptend)en, 
 Til iinihct tie ,RiiK 
 Ta fiilin'et ta« .Hatt*cn, 
 Ta madet ta* i'amntd)cn, 
 Ta Mefet tn« gdiat, 
 Da c[r\m\et t(i« fc^mrin ; 
 
 liai 2lior imiii feft i>erfd)lpffcit fcin, 
 ^ S)ii§ nid)t« Idutt fort, 
 ^ @in ietc« I'letbt an fcinem Cf* 
 
 111 
 
THE FARMYARD GATE. 
 
 Oh, what a clatter ! 
 Now what's the matter ? 
 The sheep they hurry. 
 The chickens scurry. 
 The calf is bawling, 
 The farmer calling, 
 *^ Johnny, run, and shut the gate ! " 
 
 The cock is crowing, 
 The cows are lowing, 
 The ducks are quarking. 
 The dogs are barking. 
 The ass is braying, 
 The horse is neighing : 
 Johnny ! run, and shut the gate ! " 
 
 The birds are singing. 
 The bell is ringing. 
 The pigs are squeaking, 
 The barn door creaking. 
 The brook is babbling, 
 The geese are gabbling : 
 " Johnny ! run, and shut the gate ! " 
 Mrs. Pollen (adapted by Emily Huntington Miller). 
 
 112 
 
113 
 
THE GARDEN GATE. 
 
 Pretty garden gate, we pray you 
 
 Open wide, and let us go 
 Where the merry fountain dances. 
 Where the swee^; white lilies grow. 
 Open, pretty gate, we pray ! 
 Open, flowers, for now 'tis day ! 
 
 In the wind so gently rocking. 
 
 Here the mother rose is seen ; 
 And her baby buds are peeping 
 
 Through their blankets soft and green. 
 Baby buds, make haste to grow 
 While the summer breezes blow ! 
 
 Darling violets, are you hiding 
 
 In the grass your eyes so blue ? 
 Never fear that we shall harm you — 
 We will only smile on you. 
 Roses red and lilies white, 
 Violets sweet, good -by ! good-night ! 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 
 
 114 
 
115 
 
TUB LITTLE GARDENER. 
 
 Come, children, with me to the garden away ; 
 The plants are all waiting our coming to-day ; 
 In heat and in sunshine is drooping each leaf, 
 But the children are coming to bring them relief. 
 
 Trinkle trink ! trinkle trink ! 
 
 How the drops shine and wink. 
 As the poor thirsty plants hold their heads up to 
 drink ! 
 
 " All thanks, little children ! " each bud seems to 
 say ; 
 
 *'A11 thanks for the love that you show us to- 
 day ! 
 
 Now beauty and perfume shall bless you each 
 one, 
 
 In loving return for the good you have done. 
 Twinkle twink ! twinkle twink ! 
 Now like stars see us wink ! 
 
 For kindness brings kindness, so flowers all 
 
 think." 
 
 Laura E. Richards. 
 
 116 
 
117 
 
THE WIIEELWRIGUT. 
 
 M ARCH together and never stop ! 
 
 Here we go to the wheelwright's shop ! 
 
 Wheelwright, show ns the way you do. 
 
 Making the wheel so round and true. 
 Turning fast and turning slow, 
 This is the way the wheel must go ! 
 
 This is the auger, slim and long. 
 
 Turned by the wheelwright's hands so strong. 
 
 Straight and steady the auger goes, 
 
 And smooth and true the hole it grows. 
 Turning steady and turning sloiv, 
 This is the ivay the auger must go ! 
 
 These are the spokes, all shaped aright ; 
 
 This is the hub that holds them tight; 
 
 This is the rim of iron and wood 
 
 To finish my wheel so useful and good. 
 Turning fast and turning slotv, 
 This is the way the wheel must go ! 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 
 
 118 
 
119 
 
120 
 
121 
 
132 
 
123 
 
THE JOINER, 
 
 Plane, plane, plane — 
 
 Joiner, follow the grain ! 
 Smooth as silk the table grows ; 
 Not a break the fibre shows. 
 
 Plane, plane, plane — 
 
 Joiner, follow the grain ! 
 
 Strong, strong, strong, 
 
 Pnsh the plane along ! 
 Make the bench all glossy white ; 
 iSTot a splinter leave in sight. 
 
 Strong, strong, strong, 
 
 Push the plane along ! 
 
 NoEA Archibald Smith, 
 
 124 
 
135 
 
THE KNIGHTS AND THE GOOD CHILD. 
 
 Galloping fast and galloping free, 
 
 Who comes a-riding so swift to me ? 
 
 " Five brave knights with their plumes so gay. 
 
 What do you seek, good knights, to-day ?" 
 
 " Over the world- ive ride to find 
 
 The child that is loving and good and kind." 
 
 " This is the child so dear ! 
 
 Brave knights, you see him hero ! " 
 " O child, he ahvays good and gay. 
 Now gallop and gallop and gallop away." 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 
 
 126 
 
3)ic Wetter itnb baS ^ute Stinb 
 
 1 nf atciter tommeit im ooUcn £auf, 
 s c retten in ten !pDf Iicraiif. 
 10 1« moUt it)t fcenn, ifir SReitcr 
 fd)oii ? " 
 SBtr mb(i)ten Dein lieb Mntdjen 
 fcfin; 
 Vlin fagt, e« fci mie '« laubicn (ittt, 
 2Btt « tammdjen Ijab' eS frolicn 
 
 TOutb ; 
 Drum irette jiiittg c« imi mc^en. 
 Dip ibm fiifc-unfre Sp(r\en netiieit."" 
 TJim, fc fciit meiii Iiete« .ninb ; 
 fiiutf* .tint wdM Picli wrticnt." 
 « iitcj)eii, fci imi fdjijit iicnruBt, 
 ^1'* tcr 'OTimcr ^JJJitli' verfii'pt ! 
 (5hiti^ iitnt ift Ciebe lucrtl), 
 ^rteb unb i'^rcus' fci Dir bcfd)crt, 
 ''Sreutc wir nnd) Saufe brtnacrt, 
 [i t upm >iiUni \ttnb reir flitjcn." " 
 
 127 
 
THE KNIGHTS AND THE BAD CHILD. 
 
 Here come riding the knights so gay. 
 "Any good children here," they say, 
 " Ready to ride with trumpet in hand. 
 To visit the happy children's land ? " 
 " Ah, brave knights, you will all be sad 
 To know that my child is selfish and bad." 
 
 " It grieves us much to say 
 
 He cannot ride to-day. 
 Only good children with us can go." 
 Then away and away the knights ride slow. 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 
 
 328 
 
JiJe yteitet iinb baS mififlclaunte 
 ^iiib. 
 
 S3 rettcit He fRdter im lu^flcn Sauf, 
 Stc rctten in ten ^pf hctaitf. 
 
 2B.14 rcoUt idt benn, l&r gielter fdiou ?" 
 „„ai5ir mi>d)ten gem '^tin SUnii/en 
 fcfeit ! " " 
 
 ?lc{), Itcbe 9?cttcr, e« fdtrett gar feJir, 
 3ii) bring 'S ni(i)t ^u (Sudj !l?citcrn ^er ; 
 di ift fo miirrlfd), ei {\l fo frait*, 
 Si tnad)t nnJ brttb (u cng ta« 5aii*."— ^^^^ __ 
 „ „0, bieg tfttit nn« jii gir lU ?itb " - '"" 
 
 '■TJiit fdiijncn Cicbificn reir '« gem erfuut 
 Ted) jc^t «3tr rcitcn fcrt tm ?nif 
 Unb fudjen unS frijinmire flwbir auf ' 
 
 129 
 
 10 
 

 
 130 
 
THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER. 
 
 Jingle! jingle! jingle! 
 
 Hop ! liop ! hop ! 
 See, the knights are passing — 
 
 Stop ! oh, stop ! 
 Now my child is happy, 
 
 Gentle, good, and true ; 
 He can go a-riding, 
 A-riding with you. 
 A-riding, a-riding, over hill and dell. 
 But bring him back at evening, because we love 
 him well. 
 
 Never fear, my darling. 
 
 Look, and see. 
 All the knights are smiling. 
 
 Smiling at me. 
 You shall stay with mother 
 
 Till you older grow ; 
 Then my bonny soldier 
 
 A-riding shall go. 
 
 A-riding, a-riding, over hill and dell. 
 
 But you'll come back at evening, because we love 
 
 you well. 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 
 
 133 
 
^nbd)en, t>ccftccEc ^idyl 
 
 Sunf Steitcr fommen im uoUen Srabcn, 
 ©ic ttjott'it fo gem niein S'intdicn tiaben. 
 „T)U, mein Aintdbcn, ucrftetfe Xtd), 
 2)a9 tfe SHcttcr nidit fittben £t(l)." 
 „5lcitcr, ItclH' Kettpr, 
 SSeitf t Immer iseiter ; 
 aSltl '« Suc^ turj serf linbcn, 
 M'innt meiit Sint nicfct finben." 
 
 ©0 retten fie fort im ©alopp. 
 „Siint4cii, fdiait nun froMid) auf, 
 Tit SJcitcr retten fcauon im S?auf." 
 
 133 
 
THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER, 
 
 I HEAR the bugle sounding 
 
 So merry and so clear ; 
 The knights come gaily riding — 
 
 They want thee, child, I fear. 
 Now hide thee quick, my darling. 
 
 And nestle close to me. 
 For not one dimpled finger 
 
 The gallant knights shall see ! 
 
 You can not have my darling. 
 
 So do not linger here ; 
 Safe in my heart I'll keep him. 
 
 He is so good and dear. 
 Now do not tarry longer. 
 
 But swiftly ride away ! 
 Peep out and smile, my laddie. 
 
 And bid the knights Good-day ! 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller, 
 
 i;J4 
 
185 
 
HIDE AND SEEK. 
 
 Where are you, my baby ? 
 
 You've left me alone. 
 Who'll tell me, who'll tell me 
 
 Where baby is gone ? 
 
 I've missed him so long ; 
 
 He's far, far away, 
 I'll thank any one 
 
 Who will bring him to stay. 
 
 Why, here in my arms 
 
 My dear baby lies ! 
 We often look far 
 
 For what's under our eyes. 
 
 Henrietta II. Eliot. 
 
 136 
 
fUctficdtn bed Stiiibcd. 
 
 ^int(i)en, (teb ^tntd)en 3)u, 
 
 ©ag mir, mo reeilcft Dit '<— 
 
 Wn faijt, wo metn Atrt(icn i(t?— 
 Sd) t)at)' fo lang ei fc^on scrmiijt ; 
 3d) fiitb' e« nid)t am alten Ott : 
 Sort ill er, fort ; fort fort, fort fort. 
 
 SBer mir fann mcin ^intdjeit jcigcn, 
 
 ©(^iinftcrt Dant roiU id) ibm reid)fn.' 
 I)a iH '« nun ta, tas ^intd)en ja ; 
 SBar hem ^erjcn ja fo nab !— 
 „©o fann'S tm Pcbcn oft 3efd)ct'n, 
 2)a§ man iai m(i)\ie nid)t fann fe^n. 
 
 137 
 
THE CUCKOO J 
 
 Cuckoo! cuckoo! 
 The cuckoo calls you, dear. 
 
 Cuckoo! cuckoo! 
 Call back, and lie will hear. 
 
 Cuckoo ! cuckoo ! 
 The cuckoo is alone. 
 
 Cuckoo! cuckoo! 
 He wants my little one. 
 
 Henrietta R. Eliot. 
 
 138 
 
©ucffjuct! 
 
 „@u(fiiiicf ! (fiiidiiiid-! ■' 
 J)cr ^utfucf nift tiij jUntcfccn ; 
 
 „@U(I.iutf! ©ucfiiucf!" 
 gjuf ibn tod) and) gefd)rcint(i)cn ; 
 
 „@ucfciucf ! ®ucfiiu(f ! " 
 Der ^ucfucf i|t fo ganj aUc'm, 
 
 „®ii(liiu(f! ©ucfgucf!" 
 ©r mcd)te gent I'ctm ftinbdien fein, 
 
 „@ucfgucf! ©urfguif!" 
 Sc^t fiat tfin gefunten metit Alntcfcen ticin 
 9lun fcnnen fie frijfilid) bet|animen fein. 
 
 139 
 
THE TOYMAN AND THE MAIDEN. 
 
 Listen ! listen, mother dear. 
 How tlie bells are ringing ! 
 
 *' Christmas times will soon be liere" 
 That is what they're singing. 
 
 All the boys and girls are out 
 
 In the frosty weather ; 
 I can hear them laugh antj shout. 
 
 As they talk together. 
 
 All the shops with toys are gay. 
 
 Such a pretty showing ; 
 Mother, dear, this very day 
 
 Let us too be going. 
 
 Don't you think if Santa Claus 
 Down this way were straying. 
 
 He would stop and smile to hear 
 What the folks were saying ? 
 
 I am sure if he should see 
 
 Just what I was choosing. 
 Such a wise old dear as he 
 
 Would not be refusing. 
 
 Mother, dear, your little maid 
 Will not fret or tease you ; 
 
 All the year I've surely tried 
 To be good and please you. 
 
 But if I should give your hand 
 
 Just a little squeezing 
 When the loveliest doll I see. 
 Would you call that teasing ? 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 
 140 
 
141 
 
142 
 
^tv ^aufmann unb ^cr ^nabe. 
 
 Snter, SPtiter! fei fo flut, 
 
 gjimiii tcA Xicincn ^tod iinb $ut ; 
 
 Saji im« fAncU sum .ffaufmann gcljn, 
 
 Silt' fetn ®d)5ne« ^u befetin : 
 
 €d)afe, Sflintfr, $lrt unb .^certe, 
 
 Unb t!or aUfin ra)d)c 9>fetbe ; 
 
 SBattT, Sater ! bittc, Utt', 
 
 5Jimm mid) bod) jum .ft'aufmann mit. 
 
 ebriftfcfiiatirmartt ift ia beut, 
 
 2)cr fo fd)buc '3ad)en bout. 
 
 ,„«:itabe, tannfi rooM nitt mir gcficn, 
 9111' fein fd)i.niei( ju befehen ; 
 ®in(5_be(b mu§ idi Xlr sertraun : 
 Tk toadjen ben 3?atfr i^ar fiufter anfd)autt, 
 SBcnn ibit cln fteincr ^nnbc bt'iilcitet, 
 2Bt'l*cr nidjt fctiit, ba« ©d^ledite ntd)t meibet; 
 5Bcldier nidjt immer ift flcijiui unb gut, 
 X'cr nid)t feat finnicicn, froben OTutb. 
 Unb wenn bcm SBa'ter fiir 'S A1nb nidit? gefaUt, 
 Da* Sbrtfttinbdien and) fiir ben .ftnaben ni*t« 
 
 Skater, nit-in iPatcr! c tcmm nur unb tomm 
 SBill Idjon red)t ti((^itg fein, rcaifer unb ftomm, 
 
 reablt." 
 
 143 
 
THE TOYMAN AND THE BOY. 
 
 " Hasten, dear father, and come with me 
 The toyman's wonderful shop to see ! 
 We must tell the toyman what k) say. 
 If Santa Claus happens to come his way." 
 
 " But what if Santa Claus asks me, dear, 
 * Has this little child been good this year ? ' 
 For books, and puzzles, and games, and toys. 
 Are not for idle and selfish boys." 
 
 " Then tell him, father, that every day 
 I try to be loving and quick to obey ; 
 And every year, as I older grow, 
 I shall be wiser and better, I know." 
 
 " Now, toyman, what can you show me here 
 To please a child that is good and dear ? " 
 " Beautiful things I have to sell ; 
 I am too busy their names to tell. 
 
 144 
 
11 
 
 145 
 
Here are trumpets to blow, and drums to beat ; 
 Here are knights and soldiers, and horses fleet ; 
 Here are bows and arrows, and sleds to use. 
 And games and puzzles, and books to choose." 
 
 Toyman, listen ! perhaps some day, 
 Santa Claus may be coming this way ; 
 Here is a message to slip in his hand ; 
 I think good Santa will understand. 
 
 He may bring a drum, and a fine new sled 
 Swift as an arrow, and painted red ; 
 A pair of skates, and a book that tells 
 Of knights and fairies and Christmas bells. 
 
 But tell him, toyman, in yonder street 
 Are poor little children with bare cold feet ; 
 He must bring them stockings, all warm and 
 
 new. 
 And caps and mittens, and playthings too. 
 
 And, toyman, lest he should happen to lack. 
 
 Here is some money to fill up his pack ; 
 
 We send them our greetings, and wish them 
 
 good cheer 
 For a merry Christmas and Happy New Year." 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 
 
 14G 
 
„5Bo m ©nlfrtng 
 in ter 9J?el)rI)ctt 
 
 S!ocrin®c^iItunb 
 
 Ziincn fpridit, 
 2)a ftd) friili bc« 
 ^tntc« ©iim bin 
 nctict, 
 Di.'j'ju Vflcgeit, dt 
 tcnt,faiimctiii(f)t 
 £a§t vor SlUcm friil) tii« ^'iiitdjcn (ifineit, 
 
 J)ii§ cin ftSc&ficd ©trebeit aUi ctnt 
 §odi^:« Micn«3lii(f friift ansubabutn, 
 9Jid)t fo fd)n)er ift '«, trie 3l)r mcint. 
 2)od) mu§ ticfcr ©inn felOft in dud) Itten, 
 
 ®cc{e fctn, son Smcm, njrt« SDr tlmt; 
 ^»d)[ic« fiabt 3[)r fo tcm mm gcgeben, 
 ®d)ii§cnti mm cS in fid) felbcr fiifit.— 
 SiiditiS ift mcbr im Stanb, e« ifim ju xauhen, 
 
 3:nit3 etn« ift 'S im ©cmiitf) unb ©cIR. 
 @c:'t bem jlinfce, ©ttcrn ! fcrd)cn ©laiiben, 
 
 (Si ®ud) burc^ fcin gcinjcS fictcn prcifi. 
 SW.nnct nid)t, baju fci''« nod) \n Heine, 
 Sin OTaiinct im tlcinften jlinbe licot, 
 2)er i(nn jcigt, wo CcbciiScin'ciimg cine, 
 Unb and) irclt^ct ©inn turd) Srennuitfl 
 ttuit." 
 
 147 
 
THE CHURCH. 
 
 Hark I the church bell's pleasant sound ; 
 
 Let us go, my child. 
 There, where every Sunday morn 
 
 Rings the summons mild. 
 Through the lofty windows there 
 Rainbow light is streaming fair ; 
 From the doors, wide open thrown. 
 Peals the organ's solemn tone. 
 Chorus—" Come ! " says the silver bell, 
 " Come, where the voices tell 
 Of the God, that dwells above. 
 Of the God, whose name is love." 
 
 Let your heart be pure and clean 
 
 When to church you go. 
 For all sweet and lovely things 
 There you'll learn to know. 
 Learn of God, who gives us all — 
 Birds that sing and streams that fall. 
 Sun and moon in glorious might. 
 Trees and flowers in beauty bright. 
 Chorus—" Come ! " says the silver bell, etc. 
 
 148 
 
149 
 
God, who sends the merry breeze 
 Blowing here and there, 
 ■ Sends the mighty storms that rage 
 Through the upper air ; 
 Yet so loving kind is he, 
 Every smallest leaf you see 
 Knows his care and does his will. 
 Owns his wisdom, working still. 
 Chorus — " Come ! " says the silver bell, etc. 
 
 In the church, so calm, so still. 
 
 When your childish heart 
 With a solemn joy doth fill. 
 
 That, too, is his part. 
 He, who loving parents gave. 
 Sister sweet and brother brave. 
 Gives the power to love and bless. 
 Bringing joy and happiness. 
 Chorus — " Come ! " says the silver bell, etc. 
 
 Once he sent, to dwell on earth , 
 
 Jesus, blessed child, 
 From the hour that gave him birth 
 
 Pure and undefiled. 
 Try, like him, my little child. 
 To be gentle, kind, and mild : 
 For ^tis thus your love you'll show 
 To the God who loves you so. 
 Chorus — " Come ! " says the silver bell, etc. 
 
 Lauka E. Ricuards. 
 
 150 
 
151 
 
THE LITTLE ARTIST. 
 
 
 Oh, now we'll draw 
 
 such pretty things! 
 See! little birds with 
 
 outspread wings, 
 The sloping hill o'er which 
 
 they fly 
 To reach a tree with branches 
 
 high — 
 The tree these birdies love the 
 
 best. 
 Because it holds their own dear 
 
 nest. 
 
 That was the birdies' home, 
 
 and here 
 We'll draw the children's home, 
 
 so dear ; 
 
 And leading to the very door 
 
 Are all these steps — one, two, three, 
 
 four. 
 
 152 
 
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The window now we'll draw, where we 
 Look out so many things to see. 
 O window clear and bright, 'tis you 
 That let the lovely light pass through ! 
 When sunbeams on this mirror fall. 
 The light-bird dances on the wall. 
 
 ^^ 
 
 Now, if you could but look 
 
 behind 
 The house, this rippling brook 
 
 you'd find. 
 Where swim so many silvery 
 
 fish: rjv_--'''^'"^"^V^., 
 
 And if to cross the brook you 
 
 wish. 
 
 
 Why, here's the bridge, so ^^ 
 
 safe and dry. 
 Shall we go over, you and I ? '■ 
 
 What's this ? A watering can like 
 
 ours. 
 
 To fill with water for the flowers. 
 
 153 
 
And now we draw a ladder — see ! 
 A long, long ladder it shall be. 
 No wonder baby thought he soon 
 With this could reach the shining moon. 
 
 Now here's a cosey pigeon house, 
 Not hid in any leafy boughs. 
 But set" upon this pole so tall ; 
 Here safely live the pigeons all. 
 And coo with voices 
 
 soft and low 
 As in and out their 
 
 house they go. 
 
 Down far below them on the 
 
 ground 
 The hen and chickens walk 
 
 around. 
 And see! a rabbit next 
 
 appears ; 
 
 O bunny, you have such long 
 
 ears ! 
 
 154 
 
And here's the farmyard gate, _j| ^ ^ 
 
 which we 
 Shoukl always close so carefully. 
 
 Now, for the carpenter, we'll draw 
 A hammer — see ! and this sharp saw ; 
 
 And always gratefully we'll tell ji^ — ^__^ 
 
 About the house he built so well. 
 
 More friends like him we 
 
 have, so kind, 
 We like to bring them to 
 
 our mind. 
 
 ^ 
 
 ^ 
 
 d 
 
 ^ 
 
 Q 
 Q 
 
 So, baker, since our bread you bake. 
 An oven now for you we'll make. 
 And, miller, for the wheat you grind, 
 This flour barrel you shall find. 
 
 ^ 
 
 f 
 
 Good farmer, here's your harrow ^^^:^ 
 
 now 
 
 We'll draw, besides, the useful ^f 
 plough ; 
 
 155 
 
A waggon, too, to load with hay, 
 Or grain, or fruit, some 
 harvest day. 
 
 And now we draw a wheel alone. 
 Where hub and tire and spokes are 
 shown. 
 
 But look! Far over in the 
 
 sky 
 A dazzling wheel shines 
 
 there on high — 
 The glorious sun, whose spreading rays 
 Bring many golden, happy days. 
 And when night darkens all the blue. 
 The twinkling stars come peeping 
 
 throuerh. 
 
 Our eyes the wondrous windows 
 
 -^ ^> 
 
 Through which we gaze on sun 
 
 and star; 
 And sometimes what we see on 
 
 high, 
 
 156 
 
 
We find in beauty nearer by; 
 
 For star shapes glitter in the snow. 
 
 And star flowers, too, the meadows show. /^ 
 
 And now we'll draw the moon, whose 
 
 light 
 Makes beautiful the silent night: 
 Sometimes a crescent, thin and clear. 
 Sometimes a big, round, silver sphere ; 
 But whether round, or like a bow, 
 It is the same dear moon, we know. 
 
 Now we will draw but one thing more, 
 And that shall be the big church door. 
 But drawing is such happy play. 
 We'll surely draw again some day. '^ 
 
 Emilie Poulsson. 
 
 Sli. 
 
 157 
 
158 
 
SONGS AND GAMES. 
 
 159 
 
PLAY WITH THE LIMBS. 
 
 161 
 
 Emily Hitntikoton Mii.LEit. 
 A llegrn Moderato. inf 
 
 Or.D English (/7<A Century). 
 
 S* 
 
 ?ip^l^^ 
 
 1. Up nnd down and in and out,. 
 
 2. Bye and bye, in work and play, 
 
 Toss the lit. - tie 
 They'll bo bus - y 
 
 I K 
 
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 limbs a - bout ; 
 all tlie day ; 
 
 Kick the pi'et - ty 
 Wad - injj in tlio 
 
 dim - pled feet ;. .. 
 wa - ter clear, .. 
 
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 That's the way to 
 Run - ning swift for 
 
 grow, my sweet ! } 
 Moth - er dear. 5 
 
 Up and down and 
 
162 
 
 PLAY WITH THE LIMBS.— Concluded. 
 
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 35^^ 
 
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 This way and that. With a pat - a - pat - pat, "With 
 
 one, — two, — three ! 
 
 For each 
 
 lit - tie knee. 
 
 a — a I i i^::i 
 
 =g^ 
 
 a tempo. 
 
 1=:J=P= 
 
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 M. J. Oakland. 
 Con moto. in/ 
 
 PLAY WITH THE LIMBS. 
 
 Adapted from a Tyrolese Folk Song. 
 
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 Press them here, Ba-by dear. While your streugth we're try - ing 
 
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FALLING 1 FALLING I 
 
 163 
 
 Emilie Poijlsson. 
 
 Con innto. 
 
 Pi^u. Field Bullaru, Opns 30, No. 3. 
 
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 Down goes Ba - by. Mother's pet ; Up comes Ba - by, langbing yet ; 
 
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 Ba - by well may laiigli at bar m. While be -neatb is Mother's arm. 
 
 -^ 1 1 — 1 -Ite 1^". «fc— I 1- 
 
 Allegro. 
 
 rail. 
 
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 Down goes Ba - by without fear ; Up comes Ba - by gai - ly here. 
 
 a tempo poco piu lento. 
 
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 a"^-y- 
 
 AU is joy for Ba - by while In the light of Mother's smile. 
 
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 a tempo poco piu lento. 
 
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 EEfl 
 
104 
 
 THE WEATHERVANE. 
 
 Emit.ie Poulsson. 
 Moderato. ( Well accented.) 
 
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 Gkouoe L. Osoood. 
 
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 This way, that way, turns the weath-er - vane ; This way,- 
 
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 that way, turns and turns a - gain: Turn- ing, point-inf 
 
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 2^SS 
 
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 ev - er showing. How the mer - ry wind is blow - - ing. 
 
 i j^g- , ■ 1 !-n— I >.- " 
 
 THE WEATHERVANE. 
 
 Emilie Poulsson. Arranged from Robeut Kohl, by E. S. 
 
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 The weath - er - vane is perch'd on high, It seems as 
 
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 3 
 
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 T 
 
 
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THE WEATHERVANE.— Concluded. 
 
 165 
 
 it touch'd the sky ; Aud just the way the 
 
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 wiuds do blow, Tlie weath - er - vane will quick - ly show. 
 
 THE TREES. 
 
 From "Music for the Kindergarten," hy Eleanor IIeeuwakt. 
 
 ?IA 
 
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 EsEEs=i^S J=g 
 
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 See the trees all in a row, Gen-tly swaying to and fro; 
 
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 r=^^~ 
 
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 S- -S - -S- '*- V ^ -^ 
 
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 Hark, the wind is ris - ing now. And the trees be - fore it bow; 
 
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 --Is — >- 
 
 d — g — j -g PF^ 
 
 see^e^ 
 
 How their creaking branches sound, While the leaves are scatter'd round ; 
 
100 
 
 THE TREES.— Concluded. 
 
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 m 
 
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 V=a^- 
 
 Now the pa88-ing storm is o'er, Qui-eii - ly they stand ouce more. 
 
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 THE WIND MILL. 
 
 Louis C. Elson. Arranged from Adolph Jensen. 
 
 Allegretto. _ ^ . 
 
 1. Tlie wind-inill's fans a - round they go, As fresh'ning breez-es, 
 
 2. But when the suin-mer sun-heains burn, Tlio la - zy fans will 
 
 =^^ 
 
 ^E^^ 
 
 il^ 
 
 on them blow ; They crash our oats, they grind our com. And 
 scarcely turn ; The putts of wind come faint and slow, And 
 
 ^ 
 
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 bus - y are both night and morn. When blow the wild No 
 tlien the mill will scarce - ly go. The mil - ler with dis 
 
 Words from WIDE AWAKE, by permission of D. Lothrop Company. 
 
 From " Songs fir Little Children," for the Kindergarten and Primary Scho<ils, by Eleanor Smith. 
 Publishers: Milton nra'dlcy Co., Springfield, Mass. ; Thos Charles Co., Chicago. With permission 
 of author and publishers. 
 
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 THE WIND MILL.— Concluded. 
 
 -N -*- 
 
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 ^E^- ^EE^E^E^ 
 
 -Mi > - U^ 
 
 veni - ber pales. Swift go the ai-nis and full tbe sails; With 
 pleas -ure sees How light and light - er, grows the breeze ; And 
 
 =£ 
 
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 joy the miller's heart doth swell. Ho knows his mill is grinding well, 
 soon, II -las! it whol - ly di'ops. And then tlie bus- y wind-mill stops. 
 
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168 
 
 WIND SONG. 
 
 RonEUT Louis Stryexson. 
 Allegro moderatn. 
 
 E. S. 
 
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 ^ 
 
 1. I saw you toss tlio kites on liiffh, And blow the birds a - 
 
 2. I saw the diff 'rent things yon did, But al - ways you your- 
 
 3. O you that are so stronj; and cold, O blow - er, arc you 
 
 m 
 
 bout the sky. And all a - round I heard yon pass, Like 
 self you hid : I felt you push, I heard you call, I 
 
 young or old ? Are you a beast of field ainl tree. Or 
 
 3^ 
 
 lE^i^^i3^^3S= 
 
 la - dies' skirts a - cross the grass ; O wind a - blow-ing all day long! 
 could not see your - self at all ; O wind a - blow-ing all day long 1 
 just a big strong child like me ? O wind a - blow-ing all daylong! 
 
 Frniii •• Song-s for I.ittle Childrf n." for the Kiiuiertjarteii and Primary Schools, by Eleanor Smith. 
 Publishers: Milton Itradley Co., SprinjjficlJ, Mas.s. ; Tlios. Charles Co., Chicago. With permission 
 of author and publishers. 
 
WIND SONG.— Concluded. 
 
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 O wiud that sings so loud a song! O wind tliat sings so loud a song ! 
 
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 ^jm 
 
 -^gf Tgry 
 
 
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 J-£3I 
 
 ALL GONE. 
 
 Emily IIuntin'gton Milleu. 
 A ndante eon moto. mf 
 
 FuED. Field Bullaud, Op. 30, No. 8. 
 
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 ^=g=^ 
 
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 All gone ! The sup-per's gone! "White bread and milk, so sweet 
 
 ^ 
 
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 ^^ 
 
 For Ba - by dear to oat, — All gone! The supper's gone! 
 
 J J \ ^ 
 
 "-s^r 
 
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 --at—^r-^—:g—wt- 
 
 -«*- 
 
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 Where did Baby's sup-per go ? Tongue, you had a share, I know ; 
 
 p I r r r 
 
 -=1: 
 
 
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170 
 
 ALL GONE.— Concluded. 
 
 
 ^^^ 
 
 ^^E^^^j ^^ =:i 
 
 Lit - tie mouth with o - pen lips, Thro' your to - sy gate it slips ; 
 
 "^1- r r r 
 
 -^ — Z- 
 
 do. 
 
 SSzz:" 
 
 m.f 
 
 
 Lit - tie throat, you know full well "Where it went, if you would tell. 
 
 -4i^ 
 
 
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 nif 
 
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 k 
 
 f 
 
 Lit - tie hands ! grow strong : 
 
 Lit- tie logs! grow long; 
 
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 Lit - tie cheeks ! grow red ; 
 
 Tou have all been 
 
NouA Aechiuald Smith 
 J, Con moto. mp dolce. 
 
 TASTE.— Guessing Game. 171 
 
 Fred. Field Bullaud, Op. 30, No. 6. 
 
 S==l*: 
 
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 13 — ^t—^- — XZ 
 
 :J=»=i= 
 
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 O - ver blue eyes, gray or brown, Let the fair white curtains down; 
 
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 Then the red lips o-pen^vide, Something nice I'll put in -side. 
 
 
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 Should you teU its prop - er name, Tou'U have won the guessing game ; 
 
 i It w/ ritard. 
 
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 a tempo. 
 
 1 ^ 
 
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 But your tasting 
 
 nnst be slow. 
 
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 That the fla- 
 
 p-j 
 
 vor 
 
 you may know 
 
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 w/ ritard. 
 
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 a tempo. 
 
 
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172 
 
 FLOWER SONG. 
 
 Nora Archibald Smith. 
 Valse tempo, p dolce. 
 
 Adapted from an old Scotch Melody. 
 
 Gov - er the eyes all close and tight, — Sweet, ^ eh, so 
 
 p dolce 
 
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 *i^^e^?fa3E?.=SEt 
 
 m 
 
 =:s^3^ 
 
 r * I ■ I ■ r f- — I n 
 
 — I — J? — ^- 
 
 S"S- 
 
 -S-M- 
 
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 sweet ! . 
 
 And gen - tly take this flow - er bright, — 
 
 X rr 
 
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 ^^^^^^^- 
 
 "Sf "IF" 
 
 liJ^M 
 
 - =| -s;"-sg- ^ -s-^ 
 
 x-^ -3-s-s;— 
 
 ^-fea 
 
 Sweet, oh, so sweet! Breathe all its dew 
 
 » -J _j 1 _, .-.^ 1 
 
 -•--S 
 
 I »_-- — I I I '^^^^-i— ^-1 ' 
 
 J .^r 
 
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 fra-grance, dear, — Sweet, oh, so sweet! And then its 
 
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 gFBj: 
 
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 ■-•—I — h— "^1-. -LJ- e:*— I — I — ^ 
 
FLOWER SONQ.— Concluded. 
 
 173 
 
 m$^^M^^i^^^?E?^m 
 
 FLOWER SONG. 
 
 Kate L. Brown. 
 M, Andantino. 
 
 Caui. Reinecke. 
 
 *zJl^^£^S 
 
 =3^ 
 
 fEz| ^- ^= ^^^ -' " - 
 
 1. Smell the flow'r, my cliild.aiid see What its i>ei-funie breathes to thee ; 
 
 2. From my ten - der rest-ing place, Lit - tie one. wltli hap-py face. 
 
 =^5—-: 
 
 33^ 
 
 ^11 
 
 In its cnp so small and Inijrht, Safe-ly hid - den from our sight, 
 I am talking to thee, dear, Tho' no voice mv child may hear ; 
 
 There an an - gel - spirit dwells, And its nies -sage sweetly tells. 
 
 But my perfume, sweet, will tell, Lit - tlefneud, I love thee well. 
 
174 
 
 TICK-TACK! 
 
 Emilie Poulsson. 
 Mndi'rato. f 
 
 Popular Melody from 
 '■' Childrcng' Songs," by Caul Heinecke. 
 
 -J ^i — K 
 
 ^ 
 
 PE 
 
 1. Tick-tack! tick-tack! Hear the old clock saying Tick-tack! Now my Ba-by, 
 
 2. Tick-tack! tick-tack! By your tick-tack steady. Good clock, help meev-er 
 
 3. Tick-tack! tick-tack! rorwaid.backwavdswiugiug Tick-tack! Telling ever 
 
 i^i^ 
 
 ^=i=^:^ 
 
 
 ^ 
 
 : Ci X-^C iigz^E,^.f^^ 
 
 That ho is a clock is play-ing, "While his lit - tie arm he swings 
 That in time I may be read - y For wliat-ev - er I must do. 
 That the moments swift are winging Would our hearts be free and gay. 
 
 Back and forth, and gai-ly sings. . . 
 
 Eiit - ing, sleeping, working, too 
 
 Clock, we must your voice o - bey. . . . 
 
 Hark now,- 
 
 Hark now,— 'Tick-tack! tick-tack! 
 
 Hark now, — • ) 
 
 ?, 
 
dim. 
 
 TICK-TACK !— Concluded. 
 PP 
 
 175 
 
 3^3: 
 
 Hear the old clock say - ing, — Tick-tack ! tick-tack ! tick-tack ! tick ^ 
 
 TICK! TOCK! 
 
 Emily Huntington Milleu. 
 Allegretto. 
 
 Elkanou Smith. 
 
 1. Swing ! swong ! this is the way Goes the pen-du-lum night and day. 
 
 2. Swing! swong! sure and slow Goes the pen du-lum to., and fro. 
 
 B pl=^ 
 
 -£^^^^^^ 
 
 Tick ! took ! tick ! tock ! Nev - er rest - in" 
 Tick ! tock ! tick ! tock ! In the morn - inji 
 
 says the clock : 
 says the clock, 
 
 Time for work and time for fun. Time to sleep when day is done. 
 Time to wake from slumber sweet, Time to wash and time to eat. 
 
176 
 
 TICK! TOCKI-Concluded. 
 
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 Tick ! tock ! Hear the clock ! Time 
 Tick ! tock ! Hear tlie clock ! Tiiue 
 
 rest each lit - 
 o - peu sleep 
 
 
 
 tie 
 
 -y 
 
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 =16 
 
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 head, Time the chil - dren were in 
 eyes, (Jhil-dreu, it is time to 
 
 ^ 
 
 hed.. 
 rise. 
 
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 ^ 
 
 m^ 
 
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 1-Si; 
 
 1 
 
 EmILIE POLtLSSON. 
 Moderato. mf 
 
 MOWING GRASS. 
 
 Oerman Folk Song. 
 
 1. Pe - ter, Pe - ter, qiiick-ly go To the fields the grass to mow; 
 
 2. Now we thank our frieuda.each one, — Pe - ter for the mow-ing done, 
 
 ^ 
 
 -:=!= 
 
 =P=^ 
 
 i^^^=;es^ 
 
 Jui - cy grass and hay so sweet, Biinii tlieni for the cow to eat. 
 Li - n'a for tlie milk-ing, too, And for milk, good cow, thank you. 
 
GRASS MOWING.— Concluded. 
 
 177 
 
 x c^, 
 
 -=i=S- 
 
 Li - na, Li - iia, milk the cow: (loofl sweet milk .she jiivoa iis now. 
 Thanks to all arc glad - ly said: JJak - cr, thank you lor the bieail. 
 
 Milk to drink with roll.s or bread, — Thus tlie lit - tie ones are fed. 
 Thanks dear Mother shall not luis.s, — Giv - eu with a lov - in}; kiss. 
 
 ~^ ^ 
 
 g^ 
 
 
 a tempo. 
 
 -1^=^.6= 
 
 -^z^: 
 
 I 
 
 * Pronounced Lee-na, 
 
 -f— 1- 
 
 S=fr 
 
 BECKONING THE CHICKENS, 
 
 Emily Huntington Milleu. W. W. Gilchrist. 
 
 Moderately quick. 
 
 --^HVr^S: 
 
 
 Ti-ny fln-gers in a row, Beckon to the chickens so ; — 
 
 %=^ 
 
 7^^^ ^- 
 
 ;3f^- 
 
 ^- 
 
 =F 
 
 ^3^?^ 
 
 Dowu - y lit - tie chickens dear, — Fingers say, "Come here.comehere. 
 
178 
 
 BECKONING THE CHICKENS. -Concluded. 
 
 T-=\- 
 
 rt-=fc=t*=t=* 
 
 1^2=^ 
 
 Chick!chick' chick ! chick! chick ! "Fiugens say, ' Come here, como here, — 
 
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 Pretty chickens, soft and small. Do not fear, we love you all." 
 
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 ^ 
 
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 :t=i 
 
 EMILIK POtlLSSON. 
 vl ndantino. 
 
 BECKONING THE PIGEONS. 
 
 Arranged from^xnh Reinecke, by Eleanoii Smith. 
 
 J- 
 
 1 Oh, call the pig - ecus, baby dear. And beckon them to yon. 
 
 
 f=f^ 
 
 
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 You'll hear them an • swer iov-ing-ly. Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo - coo. 
 
 
 
THE FISH IN THE BROOK. 
 
 179 
 
 Words adapted from '^ Music for the 
 Kindergarten," by Eleanok Heekwaut. 
 
 A llerfretto 
 
 A rranged froTn 
 EoiJEiiT KoiiL, by E.S. 
 
 Dart- ing here, skiinmiug there; grace -ful aud free 
 
180 
 
 THE FISH IN THE BROOK. 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. 
 Con mnto. p 
 
 Music adapted from 
 Johannes JJuahms, by E. S. 
 
 4z=Mh:zz J^~0^ — » * — ^ — *i^ 
 
 ^:^ 
 
 ;^-?=: 
 
 :S==&=3?^5 
 
 1. Mer - ry lit - tie fish - es In the brook at play, 
 
 2. Piet - ty bod - ies curv - ing, Bend-ing like a bow. 
 
 ^ZW 
 
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 =^^ 
 
 ^=^^^JEE».^Ej^3E|E^Efe^pEEg 
 
 in the shal - lows, Dart-iug swift a - way. 
 clear bright wa - ter See them swift -ly go. 
 
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 i=^-^=S^-i^-d^-^^ : 
 
 ^ ^—5—^ — 5— g— 3— »5_g__ 
 
 Hap - py lit - tie fish - es, 
 Hap - py lit - tie fish - es, 
 
 -Of ** fe— Ji fe f5 1 
 
 ^_J_ Js ^ 5 • 1! 
 
 Dome and play with me. 
 ikiay we play with you? 
 
 1 — s -^ N 1 
 
 #-J-=i^=2=^— 2-i-i?=|- 
 
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 J^ 
 
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 No, oh 
 Ko, oh 
 
 no! tlie fish- es say, That can nev - er 
 no! the tisli - es say. That would nev - er 
 
 be. 
 do. 
 
THE CATERPILLAR. 
 
 381 
 
 Emiue Poui.ssox. 
 Hen inly. 
 
 El,KANOIl SMITFI. 
 
 1. Creep - ins, slow - ly, creep 
 
 2. Hid - iiig now autl sleep 
 
 ^^m^m ] 
 
 Cat - er - pil - lara 
 lu this sleep so 
 
 =]t 
 
 m^i 
 
 ^- 
 
 m 
 
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 F^^^^^ 
 
 ^ 
 
 =^ 
 
 ^ 
 
 m/ 
 
 zaL^-iz 
 
 JlOW 
 
 loug 
 
 are 
 aud 
 
 seen Feast - ing on the leaves so jji'oen ; 
 
 strange Coiues to them a won - dious change ; 
 
 Creep - iiig, slow - ly 
 Sloop - ing, sound- ly 
 
 creep 
 
 sleep 
 
 — t* 1 , — I 1 
 
 ^- 
 
 3S 
 
 3im 
 
 i 
 
 7^--:. 
 
 --^=^J=mL 
 
 i-q=]^=3 
 
 ^ — m — ^ ' " ' ^ — 
 
 Allegretto. 
 
 ::^CF; 
 
 '^ffl 
 
 Fly ■ 
 Rov 
 
 ing, light-ly fly ■ 
 ■ ing, rest-ing, rov 
 
 mg, 
 ing. 
 
 Now the crawling time is 
 Hon - ey is their dain - ty 
 
 past, 
 fare, 
 
 J^^ I 
 
 ^m 
 
 i^3i 
 
 Si 
 
 w^S^^i 
 
 ^=^ 
 
 m. 
 
 mp 
 
 :^^q 
 
 M. .j: 
 
 
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182 
 
 TfiE CATERPILLAR.— Concluded. 
 
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 3^ffi 
 
 ?^^ 
 
 But - - ter - flies are hero 
 I'low - ers sweet ' the feast 
 
 at last, Fly - ing, light - ly 
 pro - pare, Kov - iug, rest - iiig. 
 
 -^ 
 
 ^- 
 
 ^Ei^^igf^ 
 
 i^? 
 
 fly - ing. Fly - ing, light - ly fly 
 rov - ing, Kov - ing, rest - ing, rov 
 
 BUTTERFLIES. 
 
 Kate L. Brown. 
 Mnderato. 
 
 Elizabeth TJ. Emerson. 
 
 But - ter • flies, but - ter - flies Seek the lil - y 
 
 ^^a^^ x=:p=J ^ 
 
 z-^i-- 
 
 bell, 
 
 Rest in the warm, deep heart of the 
 
 ) r.>m " Stories in Soiiji," told by Ulizabeth U. Emerson, and Kate S. lirowu. By arraneeracnt 
 with Oliver Ditsuu Co. 
 
BUTTERFLIES.— Concluded. 
 
 183 
 
 &*= — 
 
 ^. — n- 
 
 i-h- 
 
 —m ^-^ 
 
 ; &^ 1* m — 
 
 rose. 
 
 But • ter - flies. 
 
 F=* » 1 
 
 but 
 
 1 
 
 - ter - flies 
 
 Seek the lil - y 
 
 F J rn 
 
 3:^=f=J 
 
 
 4=N 
 
 Ui-^ U ] 
 
 ^— _l_ 
 
 f 
 
 3: 
 
 bell, 
 
 ^g^ 
 
 zS=8L 
 
 Kest and work till aay - light's close. 
 
 ^S^*- 
 
 ^ 
 
 :1«=!»= 
 
 -F 1 =^ ! ^ 
 
 4=t: 
 
 i — r 
 
 THE FLYING BIRD. 
 
 Kate L. Brown. W. W. Gilchuist. 
 
 Mather fant, but with smooth, tindulating motion. 
 
 -ai-Jz 
 
 £^ 
 
 -^-H^ 
 
 ntSi 
 
 1. Fly, lit-tle bird, in the gold 
 
 2. Fly, lit-tle bird thro' the sum 
 
 en sun ; 
 nier hours. 
 
 m 
 
 t^ 
 
 ^^ 
 
 itifciz 
 
 i^ 
 
 p-t^ 
 
 3=s: 
 
 = JJ*- 
 
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 Fly, lit-tle bird, 'till day is done; 
 
 Fly, till the night - wind rocks the flow'rs; 
 
 r&t 
 
 "rirr^i 
 
 -=i— «l -^ 
 
 ^^^ 
 
 ;^ 
 
 7*__:^ 
 
 ia= 
 
 4=1 
 
 ^=P- 
 
184 
 
 fHE FLYING BIRD.— Concluded. 
 
 
 Fly. little bird, wliere pra.s.s 
 
 Fl\ thro' tlic tu i - liulit and sil - 
 
 e.s play ; 
 ver (lew. 
 
 m, 
 
 ^ 
 
 Fly to the blue heav'n far a ■ way : 
 
 Home... to tlie nest tliat waits for j'oii. 
 
 =^=P= 
 
 Fly ! fly ! 
 Fliv! fly! 
 
 fly! 
 fly! 
 
 Fly! fly! 
 Fly! fly! 
 
 flv! 
 fly! 
 
 ^\ee;e^ 
 
 ^3^ 
 ^^- 
 
 ^^^ 
 
 a^^^^g^E 
 
 t ^-- — -j^--,j- 
 
 Fly to the blue hoav'n far a- way. 
 
 Home... to the nest that waits... for you. 
 
 FfcEaZEEE, 
 
 •^ 
 
 I 
 
 =-3= 
 
 5^EE 
 
THE TARGET. 
 
 185 
 
 Emily IIuntin'gtox Miller. 
 Andante con moto. tnf 
 
 Fked. Field Bullaud, Op. 30, No. 5. 
 
 -» J :^ ^m^ 9 ^ — ^ — ^'^j>L_\ ^ — m_^ *— »- j 
 
 One piece this way and one piece that, An<l a smootli little board tliat is 
 
 round and flat: 
 
 Drive in a peg that will hold tlieni well, And 
 
 ^ -^-tTj^ ^* 
 
 1=1 -=l 
 
 J=*= 
 
 i 
 
 1? i 
 
 — * Ik K f* 1 I — 1 
 
 ^^^=^ 
 
 here is a tar - got read - y to sell. "What costs it? " "Three 
 
 ^=^ 
 
 E^ 
 
 r^=j: 
 
 ha' -pennies! " "Oh, that is much too dear, For ou - ly two 
 
 
186 THE TARGET.-Concluded. 
 
 / 
 
 ha' - pen-nies have I here." "Three ha' -pennies is just enough,- 
 
 ^^ 
 
 ESiSSSE 
 
 
 ■m- A =:zfzz:rjr=p: 
 
 P^^ 
 
 \^=i^=^=^=^-p\ 
 
 -, — •-^•— • — 
 
 mf deciso. 
 
 — K- — ^- 
 
 
 ^=^ 
 
 One for the work and 
 
 -f — \ 1 r r 
 
 two for the stuff. 
 
 Three ha' 
 
 - pen 
 
 nies tlie 
 
 ^-J-^ =g^g 
 
 1 _ *, 
 
 F=^ 
 
 ""• — r~ 
 
 :=d= 
 
 -aih -«• 
 
 J ^ " -- 
 
 
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 1 )■— 
 
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 * *- 
 
 
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 hJ= 
 
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 1 
 
 
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 B ^ K r g=!- 
 
 buy - er must pav. AVho can-not pay that must run a - way ! " 
 
 t^.^ 
 
 PAT-A-CAKE. 
 
 Emily IIuntingtox Mit.lek. 
 
 Algatian Folk Sontf. 
 
 S 1 J^ 
 
 zS;=Sz 
 
 ::t: 
 
 1^5=4^ 
 
 1. Come, 7iiy Ba - by, you shall make.. Moth - er dear a 
 
 2. Bak - er, is your ov - en liot ? . . Bake my cake but 
 
 
 id-^ — w^- 
 
PAT-A-CAKE.— Concluded, 
 
 187 
 
 hkiz 
 
 ^^ 
 
 -N-n 
 
 Pat tlie cake all smooth and flat; Mark it there and 
 
 Tosa the cake in straight and stead - y ; Bake it brown and 
 
 mark it liere. And there's a cake for Moth - ei- dear, 
 brinj; it here: See Ba - by's cake for Moth - or dear. 
 
 ^^g^iipS 
 
 Kate L. Brown. 
 
 Allegretto, mf 
 
 THE MILL-WHEEL. 
 
 Caul Reineckr. 
 
 
 m=- 
 
 i=N: 
 
 b * *-H-* 
 
 
 1. The bns - y mill, the bus - v.. mill. It work-eth day by 
 
 2. "No, no!" the bus - y mill-wheel cries," The ris - ing suii I . 
 
 —— ^- 
 
188 
 
 THE MILL-WHEEL.— Concluded. 
 
 i gaJ^-;'^ ^; ^jE;^^ ^gpi=g=^ 
 
 (lay. Up - OH ita swiftly turning wlieel The sliin-iiia; wa-ters 
 groet. All day I tuiii tho licav-y stouus That giiuil the golden 
 
 ^=E^^^ 
 
 play. O niill-wlieel, you will woary grow : Now stop and rest, I pray, 
 wlioat; Aud huugry cbildiuu shall be glad lor dai - ly bread to eat." 
 
 tJ -m- :jj: -»■ "-^^ 
 
 ■ 1 ^m — m ^g^-r 
 
 gfEi^i 
 
 THE FARMER. 
 
 Moderatn. inf 
 
 Melody adapted from Swiss Folk Song. 
 -I ^ 
 
 m^^^ 
 
 ^m 
 
 1. Shall we show you how the Farnier, Shalt we .ihow you how the Farmer, 
 
 2. Sliall we show you how the Farmer, Shall we show you how the Faimer, 
 
 3. Shiill we show j'ou how the Farjner Shall we show you how the Farmer, 
 
 4. Shall we show you how the Farmer, Shall we show you how the Farmer, 
 
 mf Con pedale. 
 
 i^tzzt 
 
 m^- 
 
THE FARMER.— Concluded. 
 
 189 
 
 Sli;ill wo show you hovr the F;irin-er sows his bar- ley and ■wheat? 
 
 Shall we .show yon how the Faim-er mows liis bar - ley and wheat? 
 
 Shall we .sliow you how the Farm-er threshes bar - ley and wheat? 
 
 Shall we show you how the Fariu-er sifts his bar - ley and wheat? 
 
 ze: 
 
 ^1 
 
 ^=g = 
 
 t 
 
 ^-1^^ 
 
 =i^=r 
 
 Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er, Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er, 
 
 Look, 'tis tlms the hus-y Faim-er, Look, 'tis thus the bu»-y Farm-er, 
 
 Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farmer, Look, 'tis thus the biis-y Farmer, 
 
 Look, tis thus the bus-y Farm-er, Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er, 
 
 ^1 
 
 1 
 
 ~x=^- 
 
 Look. 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er sows his bar - ley and wheat. 
 
 Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm er mows his bar • ley and wlieat. 
 
 Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er threshes bar - ley and wheat. 
 
 Look, 'tis thus the busy Farm er sifts his bar - ley and wheat. 
 
 3=r 
 
190 
 
 THE BIRD'S NEST. 
 
 Katk L. Brown. 
 
 
 Arranged from Roheut Kohl, by 'E. S. 
 
 fe— : 
 
 :»=St 
 
 Where tte wild rose spreads its bow - ers, Hides a uest a 
 
 ^-- 
 
 ^ 
 
 fcE* 
 
 -^- 
 
 '-i=^=\ 
 
 mong the flow - ers ; Dear lit - tie nest, what hold j-ou there ? 
 
 ^^- 
 
 -=|: 
 
 ^^^ 
 
 -i=^^r=9z 
 
 K— K 
 
 
 ^^^^ 
 
 iit=i!i 
 
 -; i >— i-'-^r- 
 
 Two pretty eggs I hold with care. Soon little birdies out will creep, 
 
 ESS 
 
 3sg£ 
 
 Crying, peep, peep, Mother dear, peep, — We love yon, peep ! 
 
 ^^^^^ 
 
 i gj -fl 
 
 
 =i=g: 
 
IN A HEDGE. 
 
 191 
 
 FUOEBEL. 
 Aiidantino. p 
 
 E. S. 
 
 - a ) # - 
 
 iS5 
 
 1. In a hpdjre just where 'tia best. Moth - er.. bird Las 
 
 2. Tlie egs*^ aro Iiatch'd, and we can hear Two ti-ny birds cry. 
 
 I I ■=t 
 
 ^^ 
 
 -M *f 
 
 ♦ J^ * * 
 
 mf 
 
 
 gi^ 
 
 ^ 
 
 =fsi=:fn 
 
 3^3= 
 
 bnilt her nest. Two small ejrgs she lays, speckled and bine, 
 "Moth- er dear." Near them let ns soft • ly creep. 
 
 3^i^ 
 
 5=r^ 
 
 -^gr 
 
 w, 
 
 .^_ mf ' 
 
 ^z 
 
 T~ 
 
 Sits there many days.warm and trne ; Sits there many days, warm and true. 
 While the birdlingscry " Peep.peep ! " While the birdliugs cry "Peep, peep !" 
 
 From " Songs fur Little Children," for the Kinrlersartei' and Prim^iry Schools, bv Eleanor Smith, 
 ruhhshers : Milton Bradley Co., Sprinijfield, M:iss, ; Thomas CharlesCo.. zn-213, Wabash Averiue^ 
 Chicago. With permission of author and publishers. 
 
192 
 
 THE BIRD'S NEST. 
 
 Emily Kuntington Millhi:. 
 In moderate time, and with an easy swing. 
 
 Ijn , 1 1— r L 
 
 W. W. Gilchrist. 
 
 5^ 
 
 ^pj:zz4=it~ 
 
 Here's a pret-ty era- die nest, Snug and warm and round; 
 
 i=ii 
 
 S^^ 
 
 =t^ 
 
 '^- 
 
 -r — ^ 
 
 l-^-H" 
 
 Si=t 
 
 Cuddled in its down-y... bed, Lit - tie nestling birds we found. 
 
 iM, 
 
 5^ 
 
 _,1_^ [ -J ^ JL^_ 
 
 5 *i » 
 
 :^ 
 
 f=-r^r-^- 
 
 
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 -mm. 
 
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 fcS; 
 
 :^ 
 
 ^d- 
 
 Ei 
 
 1^^^^^^ 
 
 4 m—2m — •^ 
 
 Stay! staj'! tlio birdies say, Motb - er. 
 
 fly not a - way. 
 
 SB^g^ 
 
 tz^l: 
 
 Dear! dear! O nev-erfear, Moth-er waits and watches near. 
 
THE BIRD'S NEST Concluded. 
 
 193 
 
 .1^1 
 
 s — * s — »-^ — »-^ -* — s^ 
 
 Peop! peep, dear, so dear ; Hnsli! husli ! do not fear, 
 
 4 
 
 i^=s=^=J^ 
 
 
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 ^: 
 
 ^^ 
 
 ::4- 
 
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 H 
 
 WHAT DOES LITTLE BIRDIE SAY? 
 
 Tennyson. 
 A ndante. 
 
 •^0 
 
 E. S. 
 
 a^gggi£^ Fgp3^3i^ 
 
 =-l=^ 
 
 :t= 
 
 1. What does lit- tie l)ir - die say, In her nest at peep of day? 
 
 2. Wliat does lit - tie ba - by say, In her bed at peep of day ? 
 
 -I- 
 
 " Let me fly," savs lit - tie bir-die, " Mother, let me 
 Ba - by says, like lit- tie birdie, "Letnie rise and 
 
 fly a 
 fly a 
 
 ■wa\ . 
 way. 
 
 =^=4= 
 
 1-1 — J — tf= 
 
 :=i~A=- 
 
 f- >■ I 
 
 ' I cresc 
 
 3^ 
 
 ^ 
 
 
 'J 
 
 -W- 
 
 dim . 
 
 14 
 
194 
 
 WHAT DOES LITTLE BIRDIE SAY ?— Concluded. 
 
 ■ Rir - (lie, rest a lit - tie lon-ger, 'Till tlie lit - tie winjrs are stronger.' 
 'Ba - by, sleep a lit - tie lou-gor, 'Till the lit - tie limbs are strouger.' 
 
 ?^ 
 
 i 
 
 -m — m- 
 
 -« — m- 
 
 titz 
 
 zM=^z 
 
 So slie rests a lit - tie longer, Tben she flies, slie flies a - way. 
 If she sleeps a lit - tie longer, Ba - by, too, shall fly a- way. 
 
 ^ ~-i — !- 
 
 ±Ei 
 
 ^ 
 
 =^=i: 
 
 ' I f.vpstr. 
 
 r: 
 
 -&gi- 
 
 s= 
 
 =t=t= 
 
 '^- 
 
 LULLABY. 
 
 J. W. Eluott. 
 
 AndanU eon mnto. 
 
 When little Birdie bye-bye goes. 
 
 
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 m 
 
 sostenuto. 
 
 -m 
 
 dim. e ritard. p 
 
 ^^ 
 
 Jn jT.^- -i ,- 
 
 ^^^ 
 
LULLABY.— Continued. 
 
 195 
 
 
 
 -• i»- 
 
 Qui - et as luice in church-es. He puts his head wliere no one knows, 
 
 
 z=»--t^- 
 
 On 011(1 U'S he perch - es. "When little Ba - by bye-bye goes. 
 
 
 :=r 
 
 m 
 
 ifS!*~' 
 
 pp legato e ben sostenuto. 
 
 On Mania's arm re ■ pos - ing; Soon he lies bo - neath tlie clothes. Sale 
 
 I, Safe 
 
lOG 
 
 LULLABY.— Continued. 
 
 ns^i^ 
 
 
 1 > m m~^ 
 
 :««t= 
 
 goes to sleep. Tail .iiid iioso to - geth - er. Then lit- tlo iiiico a 
 
 m 0> hJ^^J^ 
 
 J:^^zt=::t=.: 
 
 J_ 
 
 ^^----t: 
 
 «^ -*'- - *- ^-y - 
 
 4= 
 
 
 g^l^"^^^-g^g^- #j^^^^ j 
 
 ronriil tier creep. Light Iv 
 
 feath - (T. Wlieii litt le B.-i - by 
 
 js^psip^^£3^. =p^=^; 
 
 -tl* — ^- 
 
 =t7 
 
 F^^=^ 
 
 I^3t 
 
 ,>--^ pp legato c ben sostenuto. 
 
 .^^ 
 
 
 
 it=^ 
 
 =J=: 
 
 -> — S^=^ 
 
 goes to sleep, Audlie is ver - y nenr us. Then on tip- too 
 

 LULLABY.— Concluded. 
 pnco cres. rail. r=- 
 
 107 
 
 soft- ly creep, Tliut Ba - by may uot bear us. Lul - la - by! 
 
 
 
 
 BIRD THOUGHTS. 
 
 Author Unknoton. 
 Jtriskly. 
 
 W. W. GiLCIIUIST. 
 
 i^IisE^ 
 
 :| *— "— 3^ 
 
 1. I lived first in a lit - tie bouse, 
 
 2. One day 1 fluttered from tlie nest, 
 
 —» = ■^—w^J 
 
 And lived tbere ver - y 
 To see wbat I conld 
 
 *===q 
 
 :=!" 
 
 1 
 
 -If^ 
 
 well; Tliougbt tbe world was ver - y, A-er - y .small, 
 
 find ; Said tbe world is sure - ly made of leaves, 
 
198 
 
 THE BIRD'S NEST.— Concluded. 
 
 --f=^ 
 
 ->* — '^ — w- 
 
 -H- HT 
 
 And made of palo-bluo shell.. 
 I have l)een ver - y bliud. 
 
 lived next 
 at length 
 
 i«fci 
 
 3i 
 
 '^M'- 
 
 =^=-? 
 
 A L 
 
 ^^^A 
 
 — s- 
 
 ^' »!- 
 
 iSinii; 
 
 1 
 
 =!«:=?: 
 
 in a lit - tie nest, 
 flow bo - yond the tree, 
 
 Nor need - ed an - y otli - er ; 
 Quite fit for grown up - la - bors ; 
 
 -JS !i^-&- 
 
 -tl-t= 
 
 3=?: 
 
 Tho't the world wliol-lyniade of straw, And brooded by my moth - er. 
 Idon'tknow how tlie world is made, Andiieither do my neigh - bor.s. 
 
 1=t=t 
 
 '^^ 
 
 w. 
 
 rzrr: 
 
 :^= 
 
 r- ^ — its'- 
 
 ;s^i 
 
 THE FLOWER BASKET. 
 
 Kate L. Buown. 
 Con inuto. 
 
 II. Kohl. 
 
 
 From the willow branches slender, With their leaves so green and ten-dor, 
 
 4- 
 
 ^^^^^^0 
 
THE FLOWER BASKET.— Concluded. 
 
 19.9 
 
 M-g !^ - 
 
 S33i^ 
 
 '6-C 
 
 Lit - tie baskets we are weaviug. All our sweetest flowers receiv-ing ; 
 
 
 Sq:=t: 
 
 ^ 
 
 To .. our parents we are bringing Pret-ty gifts with joy and singing: 
 
 
 =^^i^ 
 
 i=K 
 
 ^^^^ 
 
 La, la, la, la, Dearest Pa-pa, Flow'rs we bring to you,. 
 
 -N— I- 
 
 =««-: 
 
 =«*= 
 
 gE^^EE^^Eg^^g ^ 
 
 
 La, la, la, la. Dearest Mama, Plow'rs we bring to you. 
 
200 
 
 THE FLOWER BASKET. 
 
 Emily IIuntington Mii.leu, 
 Allegretto, p f. 
 
 Eleanok Smith. 
 
 ^^^g^ 
 
 Eos - es from the gai' - den blos-soms from the wood, 
 
 Givd it to the fti - ther, dear and kind and good; 
 
THE FLOAVER BASKET.— Concluded. 
 
 201 
 
 
 
 
 =i= 
 
 -e- 
 
 --^ 
 
 ^—^^ 
 
 i?oco rit. 
 
 — i5 5 s ft 1 
 
 
 
 — 5! — 
 Give 
 
 p: 
 
 it 
 
 to 
 
 the 
 
 fa - ther. 
 
 —J"— J- J^ m J 
 
 dear and kind and good. 
 
 p-^- \ k^, r 
 
 
 p- 
 
 "~l*~]^ 
 
 
 
 =- 
 
 r 
 
 —J ^ „ » J 
 
 r r r 
 
 
 poco ri 
 
 1?= n 
 
 
 
 
 
 ' J J J — r 
 
 
 
 --tr— 
 
 
 
 
 -r 
 
 — i =^=^r — ^ fl 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 1 •* J- 
 
 
 Emily Huntington Milleu 
 ^loAerato. 
 
 THE PIGEON -HOUSE. 
 
 KoBEUT Kohl, arr. by E. S. 
 
 ^ps^^ 
 
 O see mypigeon-house.sobigli! My pretty pig - eons baate to fly; 
 
 '^m 
 
 -1 I — •- 
 
 • — dL '^-■r — I 0-^i-^m- 
 
 -^r-aj=f=» 
 
 ^s 
 
 
 ^^zSE^eS 
 
 ^ — =q_ ^m^ - . X q- 
 
 l^^^?^.^tJ=.^--^ 
 
 
 =3*- 
 
 To pleasant flelds fliey quickly go, So bus - y gleaning to and fro; 
 
 ^M^-J^'^-^^^^m^^ 
 
 T-' 
 
 i^3^ 
 
 -^ rmt-"- 
 
 -C«^: 
 
 l^^b 
 
 I I , i J '^ jis" J I — I — I I _ - 
 
202 
 
 THE PIGEON -HOUSE.-Concluded. 
 
 pigeou -house tiglit. Coo, coo, .. coo, coo,... Coo, coo, coo, coo, coo, coo. 
 
 NAMING THE FINGERS, 
 
 Lauha E. Richarus. French Folk Song. 
 
 Andante nan troppo. mf dolce. 
 
 ^ 1. Tliis is lit - tie Tomniy Thumb, Eoiiud and smooth as a - iiy pinm. 
 2. This is might-y To- by Tall: He's the big-gest one of all. 
 
 ^ 
 
 
 =fv 
 
 T^ 
 
 This is bus -y Pe - ter Pointer; Siiro-ly lie's a dou - Mo- joiiit-er. 
 This is daiuty Reu-beu King; He's too tine for a - ny ■ thiug. 
 
fc^ 
 
 NAMING THE FINGERS.— Concluded. 
 rail. 
 
 203 
 
 -^ — Pi^- 
 
 rHz 
 
 ^ 
 
 
 :4v==lt: 
 
 And this lit - tie wee cue, may bo. Is the pret -ty Fin-ger Ba - by. 
 
 a tempo. 
 
 -^ — rt z 
 
 — j i . 9 — 
 
 -- > h 
 
 rg — p *i 
 
 All the five we've counted now, Bus - y Fin-gers in a row. 
 a tempo m^^•^ f""^ ^^^^ , 
 
 ^^ 
 
 t=^ 
 
 SEEfE 
 
 ^it=*= 
 
 ^ 
 
 d= 
 
 ^ 
 
 ^ti=l 
 
 i 
 
 £.£=*= 
 
 Ev - 'ry Fin - ger knows the way. How to work and how to play; 
 
 TTfJ Z S h *«r- 
 
 _S__4W_^ 
 
 lento e marcato. 
 
 =zi=1- 
 
 1 1 rn 
 
 •^ ar-- — • — ^ ^- 
 
 But to-geth-er 
 
 they work best, 
 
 Eacli one help-ing 
 lento e marcato. 
 
 all the 
 
 F=^^ — n 
 
 rest, 
 c— 1 rn 
 
 ^&- — F > F- 
 
 "1» — k — 1~ — 
 
 
 
 
 1^^^^^^^ 
 
 ^zL^S^^ 
 
 ^ >-^ 
 
 ~i — 1-., 
 
 L^t=ty 
 
204 
 
 THE GREETING. 
 
 Emilie Poulsson. 
 Allegretto, wf 
 
 Adapted from a Scotch Folic Sontj. 
 
 m^^^^^^^^^^^i^^ 
 
 Now see them here, these friends so dear, As they to-geth - er meet. 
 
 3^^ 
 
 ^= 
 
 rarzupz 
 
 Mzt 
 
 -ai — » *- 
 
 With bows po - lite and fac - es bright, Each oth - er they will greet. 
 
 -1- ' ' 
 
 %=^-- 
 
 -! — I F^^ * ^ r I a) — mt »■ 
 
 -T:!S=-S=5r 
 
 
 ^■^ 
 
 / ten. 
 
 —^- 
 
 
 ' Oh, how do you do ? And how do you do 1 And how do you do a - gain ? 
 / ten. ^^ 
 
 — f» — h- 
 
 S^^feSS 
 
 =pcz|r 
 
 And how do you th>? Andhow doyoudo?" Say all these lit- tie men.. 
 
 ^^^^ 
 
 :«=S: 
 
 ^--p^ 
 
 
THUMBS AND FINGERS SAY, "GOOD MORNING." 205 
 
 Words adapted from Froerel. E. S. 
 
 Allegro vivace. »»/ 
 
 iilil 
 
 - ^1^-^=^ " j * r 
 
 -t= 
 
 -i — 
 
 Tlmnibs and fin - gera say, " Good - morn-ing, 'Tis a Yer - y 
 
 
 mf 
 
 mf 
 
 w- 
 
 3 
 
 ■=i=±: 
 
 ■K? — I*- 
 
 ^,^-1- 
 
 n 
 
 ^^ 
 
 plens - ant day; 
 
 =U 
 
 Lit - tie point - ers bow po - lito - ly, 
 
 ^£te: 
 
 :zf= 
 
 f 
 
 ^^ 
 
 zs±: 
 
 fcfc 
 
 -& 
 
 It: 
 
 =t: 
 
 Tall men nod and smile so biiglit-ly; While the rest with 
 
 ** 
 
 w^^ 
 
 ^ir 
 
 =bSs^ 
 
 >::d7S-e: 
 
 r=t 
 
 =;S-= 
 
 / rit e dim. 
 
 — r^ , — u 
 — ' J j i 
 
 t:'cE=^ 
 
 joy - ful greet -ing, All their lit - tie friends are meet - in f 
 
 From '■ Sonirs for Little Children." for the Kiiulergartcuaiid Primary Schools, by Eleanor Smith. 
 Publishers : Milton RratUey Co., Springfield, Mass. ; Thos. Charles Co., C:hicago. With permission 
 of author and publishers. 
 
206 
 
 THE FAMILY. 
 
 Emii.ir Poulsson. 
 
 W. W. Gilchrist. 
 
 
 --=i^ 
 
 =*=•■ 
 
 ^ZE: 
 
 -:=\- 
 
 =d: 
 
 al - wa.vs dear ; This is tlio bus - y Fa - ther, Al - ways brave, 
 
 ^^^ 
 
 ^ 
 
 -JS—^ 
 
 ^^ 
 
 ^^^ 
 
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THE FAMILY.— Concluded. 
 
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 ly. All com-plete, all com-pleto. 
 
 THE FAMILY. 
 
 Emilte Poulsson. 
 Lento ma non troppo. mp dolce. 
 
 EuPHEMiA M. Parker. 
 (The Be/rain after a French Folk Song.) 
 
208 
 
 THE FAMILY.— Continued. 
 
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 This la the bus - y Fa - ther, Brave aud full of cheer ; 
 
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 Tliis is the uier - ry Broth - or, Giowu so strong and tall;.. 
 
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 And here they all to- getli - er nieet.This whole glad fani-i - ly complete. 
 
THE FAMILY.— Concluded. 
 
 209 
 
 /•Rkfrain, animato. 
 
 This bap - py, hap - py fam - i - ly. They love each oth - er well ; . . 
 
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 This hap -py, hap - py fam - i - ly, In joy and peace they dwell. 
 
 THE FAMILY. 
 
 EMir.IE P0UI,860N. 
 Allegretto. 
 
 Austrian Folk Song. 
 
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 * 1. Here's Grandpa - pa and Graiid-iiia - ma. And Fa - ther, too, and 
 
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 15 
 
210 
 
 THE FAMILY.— Concluded. 
 
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 how they love each oth - er. 1 2. The Aunt and Un - cle 
 
 rall. 
 
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 ly is found In hap - py love to - 
 
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NUMBERING THE FINGERS. 
 
 311 
 
 Emilif, Poulsson. 
 Moderate, mf ^ 
 
 
 Adapted from a French Folk Song. 
 
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 Now we have put them all to bed. 
 
 qui - et sleep to take. And soft - ly sing a lul - la - by, 
 
213 NUMBERING THE FINGERS.— Concluded. 
 
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 Iiest they too ear - ly wake: Lul-Ia - by, lul-la - bj', lul-la - 
 
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 by. All hush'd and still the bird - ies sit up - on the branches 
 
 high ; The flow'rcts hang tlieir pret-ty heads, The wind sings lul - la - 
 
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GO TO SLEEP, THUMBKIN. 
 
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 Now go to sleep, my Thumbkin, so clum - sy and strong; And 
 
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 you, Point - ing Fiu - ger, you've worked all day long. You 
 
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214 
 
 GO TO SLEEP, THUMBKIN.— Concluded. 
 
 uight, lit - tie chil - tlren ; a kiss for each one. 
 
 Allegretto. 
 
 FIVE IN A ROW. 
 
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 Adapted from Reinkckk 
 
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 i. I'Mve lit - tie 
 
 2. Kour lit - tlo 
 
 ;(. Three lit - tie 
 
 4. Two lit tie 
 
 5. One lit - tie 
 
 ni.iitl - ciiR 
 boll - o - links 
 
 Ids - - OS 
 
 lion - ey bees 
 niou - - sio 
 
 all in a row, 
 
 sit ■ tiiif; in a tn^e, 
 
 in the gar - den bed, 
 
 on a clo - ver bloom, 
 
 dining at bis ease. 
 
 From " Songs for Little rhildren," for the Kindergarten and Primary Schools, bv Eleanor Smith. 
 Publishers: Milton Hradlev Cn., Sprinijfield, Mnss ; Thomas Charles Co., r- -- >"■'-■-'- a........ 
 
 l^UDMsners : i^iuion i^raniev ^n., :5ijrnii,'iiei(i, ivi.ij,s, , i 
 Chica^^o. With permission of author and publishers. 
 
 213, Wabash Avenue, 
 
FIVE IN A ROW.— Concluded. 
 
 215 
 
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 stand - iiig there so straight and still, with hands be - hiud them, 
 Sing - iug mor - ry rouu - do - lays, hap - py as can 
 
 Grow - ing up so fresh and sweet, yel • low, white and 
 
 two lit 
 
 hon - ey - bees 
 
 daiut 
 
 there is hard - ly 
 of white broad and 
 
 leSE 
 
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 so ! Now one a - way is skip-ping as fast as she can 
 
 be ; Now one a - way is fly - ing, his lit - tie mate to 
 
 red; But now the gard'ner's scis-sors have suipp'd off one wee 
 
 room; Now one has fill'd his pock-ets and flies .. off 
 
 cheese ; Now swift-ly off he scampers, he hears the kit - ty 
 
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 go, Leaving four lit - tie maid - ens 
 
 .sen, Leaving tliree lit - tie bob <>- links 
 
 bead, Lraving tw lit ihs los - - es 
 
 home, licaviiig one lit tie hon -ey -bee 
 
 sneeze.Leaviiig iio lit- tie mou-sie, and 
 
 standing in a row. 
 
 .sitting in a tree. 
 
 in the garden bed. 
 
 on a clov-er bloom, 
 
 such a lit - tie cheese ! 
 
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 rib^ 
 
216 
 
 FINGER PIANO. 
 
 Kate L. Buown. 
 Moderato.^ 
 
 Music arranged from Carl Ekinkcke, by E. S. 
 
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 1. Rippling, sparkling in tlie sun, See the laughing brook -lets run : 
 
 2. Now the nier - ry lark on high Car - ols sweetly from the sky ; 
 
 3. Thus the hand, 80 small a thing, Still may sweetest mu - sic bring; 
 
 ^i5^c3it^5^^UJ=3 
 
 Tell me, brooklet, in your play. Tell the song you sing to - day ; 
 "Wide he spreadshisflutt'riug wings, Showing ghuluess as he sings; 
 Fin-gers, you must move a - long. You may help to make the song; 
 
 Up and down the flu - gers go. Brooklets singing as they flow. 
 Up iind down the fin - gcis go, 'Tis I he lark's song here be - low. 
 Up and down the tin - gors go, Wak-eu mu - sic sweet and low. 
 
 
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THE HAPPY BROTHERS AND SISTERS. 217 
 
 Old French Lullahy. 
 
 Laura E. Richards. 
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 1. Five lit - tie cliil - dren, Bus - y all the day; 
 
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 Light goes and night cornea, — Sleep - y now are they. 
 
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 2. Say the pray'r soft - ly. Close the tired eyes; 
 
 3. Hap - py, hap - py chil - dren, Fast a - sleep are you ; 
 
 May our Heav'nly Fa - ther TV^atch us till we rise. 
 Drop the head,.'. go to lied: "We are sleep - y too. 
 
218 
 
 THE BABY AND THE MOON. 
 
 Adapted from Fuoeuel, by Kate S. Kellogg. 
 Allcjiretlo. p Legato. ^- 
 
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 ' La - dy Moon, La-dy Moon, sail - iug so liigh. Drop down to ba - by, from 
 
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 ont tbejireat sky !" "13a -by -kin, ba - by-kin, down far bo - low, 
 
 I hear thee call-ing, I hear thee call-in g, I hear thee call- ing, Yet 
 
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 I can-not go. 
 
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THE BABY AND THE MOON.-Concluded. 
 
 219 
 
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 Soft sbin-ing rays, " Moon loves the ba - T).v," the moon -light says; 
 
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 In her house dark and blue,thonsh she must stay, Kind-ly she'll watch thee, 
 
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 kindly she'll ■watch thee, Kindly she'll watcli Ihec, tilldawnsthenewday. 
 
 From " Songs for Little Children," for the Kindergarten ami Primary Schools, by Eleanor Smith. 
 Publishers : MUton Uradley Co., Springfield, Mass. ; Thos. Charles Co., Chicago. With permission 
 of author and publishers. 
 
220 
 
 O LOOK AT THE MOON. 
 
 Mrs. FOLLEN. 
 
 AbotU Waltz Time. 
 
 W. W. GILCHKI8T. 
 
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 O look. 
 
 at the moon, She is sbiu 
 
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 sbap'd like a bow. But now slie'sgrownbig Andround as an O. 
 
 And 
 
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O LOOK AT THE MOON.— Concluded. 
 
 221 
 
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 tliere is a star, Close by her, and may be That 
 
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 !iS— 55 
 
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 THE LITTLE MAIDEN AND THE STARS. 
 
 Emily Huntington Milleu. 
 Moderato and Sweetly 
 
 Gf.ouge L. Osgood. 
 
 =t=i: 
 
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 1. Now the stars be - gin to peep. In the sky so pure and bright; 
 
 2. See tlie iiiotli-er star so dear ! AVith ber lit • tie chil-dren small, 
 
 3. " Mother star ! I wisli I knew How your ba- hies po to bed; 
 
 4. Come.niy darling! wliiley oil sleep On your pil- low soft and white, 
 
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 With the movement of a cradle so7ig. 
 
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THE LITTLE MAIDEN AND THE STARS.— Concluded. 
 
 Ba - by soon must go to sli'Rp, 
 And the fa - ther watcliiiig iioar, 
 Do they run as chickcus do, 
 Stars will thro' your wiu-dow pet-p. 
 
 She Tunst bid the stars g^ood-night: 
 Pret - ty stars ! I love you all ! 
 Hid - ing ev - 'ry yel - low head? 
 Smiling, " Ba - by, dear, good-uight ! 
 
 / Vd^d'-^h^ d — ^4-^--= '-'^ 
 
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 1 1 1 
 
 1 * . 1 
 
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 Lit - tie feet are tired of play, Conie, my dar- ling, come a -way I 
 AVhen I shut my eyes to slei-p, All thenightyourwatcli you keep; 
 Do you tuck them soft and deep In a fleec - y cloud to sleep? 
 Sweet-ly dreams and safe - ly rest In your pret -ty era - die nest! 
 
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 Lit -tie feet are tired of play. Come, my darling, come a - way! 
 
 When I shut my eyes to sleep. All the niglit your watch you keep. 
 
 Do you tuck them .soft and deep. In a fleec -y cloud to sleep? 
 
 Sweetly dreams and safely rest In your pret-ty era - die nest!" 
 
 I I ritard. \ \ \ a tempo, poco rit. '•^~^ "•" "^^jj^ 
 
THE CHILD AND THE STAR. 233 
 
 Andante con moto e tranquillo. J- W. E[,uoTT. 
 
 1. Lit - tie star that shines so bright, Como nrd peep nt mo to - nijclit, 
 
 2. Lit - tie stiir! O tell me, pray, Wliero you hide yoniself all day? 
 
 3. Lit - tie Child! at you I peep While you lie so last a - sleip; 
 
 4. For I've ma - ny frieuds on high, Liv-ing with mo lu the sky, 
 
 For I of - ten watch for you In the pret - ty sky so bine. 
 
 Have you got a homo like me. And a fa - ther kind to see? 
 
 But when morn he-gins to break, I my homeward journey take. 
 
 And a lov - iug Fa - ther, too. Who commands what I m to do. 
 
 TWINKLE, TWINKLE LITTLE STAR. 
 
 Allegretto moderato. 
 mf 
 
 J. W. Elliott. 
 
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 1. Twin - kle, twin-kle, lit - tie star. How I won - der what you are! 
 
224 TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR.— Continued. 
 
 p , poco rit. 
 
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 Up a - bove the world so high, Like a dia - niond iu tlie sky. 
 
 I 
 
 mf 
 
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 3 ^=j ^-g^g^g 
 
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 3::=q*=i-:i^ 
 
 "2. When the hlaz- infj sun is fione, When lie nothing shines up - on, 
 3. Then the trav-'ler iu the dark Tliauks you for your ti - iiy spark: 
 
 Then yon sliow your lit - tie liglit, Twiu-klo, twin-kle, all the night. 
 How could ho see whereto go, If you did not twiu-klo so? 
 
 4. In the dark Iduo sky you keep, Oft - en through my curtains peep, 
 
 5. As your bright and ti - ny spark Lights the trav'ler iu the dark. 
 
TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR.-Concluded. 225 
 
 p pnco fit. 
 
 For you nev - er shut your eye. Till the snn is in tlie sky. 
 Though I kuow not what you are, Twinkle, twin-kle, lit - tie star. 
 
 STARS AND DAISIES. 
 
 E. S. 
 
 31^1 
 
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 1. Tlie stars are ti - ny dai - sies high, 
 
 2. The star buds bios - soiu iu the night. And 
 
 fe=I 
 
 u 
 
 1^ 
 
 Sostenuto. 
 
 ^^sm 
 
 Jrr=r*z 
 
 Opening and shut - ting in the sky. While dai-siea are the 
 
 love the moons calm, tender light.lJut dai sies bloom out 
 
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 From " Sonp-s for Littk- Children." for the Kinderjr.irten and Primary Schools, by Kleanor Smith. 
 Publishers : Milton Mradley Co., Springfield, Mass. ; Thos. Charles Co., Chicago. With permission 
 of author and piiblishei s. 
 
 16 
 
22G 
 
 STARS AND DAISIES.— Concluded. 
 
 .stars be - lnw, 
 
 iu the day. 
 
 Twink - ling and sparkling as tliey grow. 
 Watch - ill'; the bright suu on his way. 
 
 
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 THE LIGHT BIRD. 
 
 Arranrfed from RoiiEitT KoilL, hy E. S. 
 
 =S5= 
 
 ^ 
 
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 1. O prot - t.y bird, O shin - iiigbii-d, () lirigbt bird on IIki wall! 
 
 2. The pret- ty bird, tho.shin ing bird TliMt fliox nn oti f Ik^ wall .' 
 
 
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 O pret - ty bird, O shin - ingbird, Be still and hear my call! 
 Is made ot light all pure and bright.It can-not hear your call; 
 
 "Why will you fly a - way, dear? Why won't you come and play, dear ? 
 No hand can catch the liglit bird. The pret-ty bird, tlie bright bird! 
 
THE LIGHT BIRD.— Concluded. 
 
 227 
 
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 O prefc tybird, O shin - iii<: bird, O brijihtbird on the wall! 
 But eyes may catch and hearts may bold The lightbirdou the wall! 
 
 THE LIGHT BIRD. 
 
 Elizabeth Ciiaiilks Le Bouugeois. 
 
 Eleanor Smith. 
 
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 O bir - die, gleam-ing ou the wall. Gleam - ing, gleaiu - inj; 
 
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 Are you com -ing when I call, Or... am I dreaming! 
 
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 'Tia the light bird. A ver - y bright bird. That is gleaming on the wall, 
 
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228 
 
 THE LIGHT BIRD.— Concluded. 
 
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 'Tis the liglit bird, A ver - y bright bird. But it can not hear your call. 
 
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 THE SHADOW RABBIT. 
 
 Lauua E. Richauds. 
 Moderato. mf 
 
 Child Song (Old French). 
 
 1. Hey, the Rabbit! Ho, the Babbit! See the Rabbit on the wall, 
 
 2. Now tlio Rab-bit sits up - rijjlit, Munchinjisra.ss with all liia niiglit. 
 
 3. Down our Rab-bit cow-ers now; Sure some dau-ger low-ers now. 
 
 g^ 
 
 g-s^ Fr^FT^^ g^g 
 
 i:3t 
 
 ;i-:zi 
 
 Pricks his ears, for that's his hab-it ; Pricks them up and lets them fall. 
 See him wrin - kle up his nose... What's tliat tor, do yon sup-pose? 
 See, the Hun- ter with his gun.. Thinks he's going to have sojue fun. 
 
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THE SHADOW RABBIT.— Concluded. 
 
 239 
 
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 Pret ■ ty Eab-bit, stay now ; Come with me and play now. 
 Broth -er Rab-bit, shall I feed you ? IKo, my dear, I do not need you. 
 Puff, puflf, puff ! The biil-let8 fly-in g ! Is our Rab-bit real-ly dy-ing? 
 
 &-^=^ 
 
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 No, ah no, he will not stay: Tip ho jumps and springs a - way. 
 Rabbits made up - on the wall Feed themselves, or not at all. 
 Not a bit, for see him run! Rab-bits, too, can have their fun.. 
 
 THE LITTLE WINDOW. 
 
 Emily Huntington Mii.leu. 
 Briskly and gracefully. 
 
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 "W. vr. Gilchrist. 
 
 ■m—i — 3^ V '^-v S — 
 M-^ — — \ *^- — m 
 
 =^'-^^^^-FF 
 
 1. Peek - a- boo, peek - a-boo light,. 
 'i. Peek - a-boo, peek - a-boo light,. 
 3. Peek - a-boo, peek - a-boo light,. 
 
 4 
 
 beau - ti - ful, beau - ti - ful 
 bean - ti - ful, beau - ti - ful 
 beau - ti - ful, beau - ti - ful 
 
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2;]0 
 
 THE LITTLE WINDOW.— Concluded. 
 
 Shin - ing so clear tliro' roy ■win - dow bright 
 Mak - ing the fields and mead - ows so brij;lit 
 Liove is tlie sun-sbiuo that makes the beat bright 
 
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 Down from the sky, soft - ly you fly ; Peek - a - boo li^ht, 
 Flow'rs in the grass smile as you pass; Peek - a - boti liglit. 
 Pure we would be, shin - ing like thee; Peek-a-boo liglit, 
 
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 beau - ti - ful light, 
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 beau - ti - ful light, 
 
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 ?eelt - a - boo, beau 
 'eek - a - boo, lieau 
 Peek - a - boo, beau 
 
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 beau-ti - ful light, 
 beau-ti - ful light. 
 beau-ti - ful light. 
 
 
 
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THE WINDOW. 
 
 231 
 
 GEouni? IT. Paoe. 
 Tranquillo. 
 
 Ei.EAXOu Smith. 
 
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 si: 
 
 1. Come, lovo - ly liflhf'i iiixl shine on us. And makes us warm andltriglit; 
 
 2. '• Dear child, the sun has sent lue down To make an - oth - or day, 
 
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 Toil shine on ns. we'll gaze on you, For day has conquered night. 
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 TRANSFORMATION GAME. 
 
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 1. How beau-ti - ful ! how joy - ous Our cir - cle large and wido! TVliere 
 
 2. Up in the sky a - bove us The love - ly stars ap - pear, Our 
 
 3. How beau-ti - ful ! how joy - ous ! A wreath we now have bouud, In 
 
 ma - ny hap - py chil - dren. Move gai - ly side by side. How 
 cir - cle now ia cliang-ing, He - hold a star is here. A 
 love and joy u - nit - ed. We gai - ly dance a - round. And 
 
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 beau - ti - ful ! how joy - ous The small-er cir - cles, too, "Where 
 crown w« now are niak - iiig. As sing-ing still we go. And 
 now the larg - er cir - cle, "We wel-couio once a - gain, Tho' 
 
TRANSFORMATION GAME.— Concluded. 
 
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 'round we go with sing - ing. As we all love to do. 
 this is for our pa - rents, Our grate- ful love to show, 
 star and wreath have van - ished, U - ni - ted we re ■ main. 
 
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 THE CHARCOAL-BURNER. 
 
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234 
 
 THE CHARCOAL-BURNER.— Concluded. 
 
 piles tlio wood, And bums it slow to tlie cliar - coiil good. The 
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THE CARPENTER. 
 
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 THE CARPENTER. 
 
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 EuPHEMiA M. Parker. 
 
 Arr. by F. F. Bullard. 
 
 1. Bu - .sy is the Car • pen - ter ; At his work he stands. 
 
 2. By his work the crook-ed soon Stniiglitaiid e - ven grows; 
 
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 Nails tlie boards and tini - bers fast ; How his ham - mer rings ! 
 
THE CARPENTER.— Continued. 
 
 237 
 
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 Siiw-ing now, the l<'iig boards Shorter soon he makes, 
 Tims ho -woiks so bus - i - ly, But we hear him say. 
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 And the rou^h is quick-ly smoothed When the plane ho takes. 
 
 "Here a board and there a board: Pray, what use aie they?" 
 
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 THE CARPENTER.— Concluded. 
 
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 THE BRIDGE. 
 
 EMILIE POlILSfSON. 
 
 Andaniino. 
 
 1. Tlie hrook is flow-ing mer - ri - ly. Its wa - tors softly glide ; 
 
 2. But dark the wa - ter flows be-tween,The stream is deep and wide; 
 
 3. All thanks to you, good Car - pen- ter, The child calls out in glee. 
 
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 No way the lit -tie child can find To reach the otii - er side. 
 Now I can reach the oth - er side "Where I have longed to be. 
 
THE BRIDGE.— Concluded. 
 
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 A-cross the brook are pi'et - ty ferns, And oh ! such lovely moss ! 
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 Al - though be-ueath so deep and wide, The brook is flow - ing still. 
 
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 Push the plane a - long. 
 
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 THE JOINER.— Concluded. 
 
 
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 Smooth as silk the ta - ble grows ; Not a break the ii - bre shows. 
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 Join - er, ibl-low the grain. 
 
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THE FARMYARD.— Continued. 
 
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 frieuds to you and me. 
 
 2. Tlio pret - ty pig-eous in the sun, 
 
 3. Tlio ducks are swimming round and round, 
 
 4. Just see tlie tur - key strutting by, — 
 
 5. Tlie lit - tie lambs are cry - ing now. 
 
 Coo, coo, coo, coo. The lit - tie colts now past us run ; 
 
 Quack, quack, quack, quack. The moth -er hen a worm has found; 
 
 (Jiibble-obble, gobbloobble. The pigs are grunt -ing in their sty ; 
 
 Ma-a, ma-a, ma-a, ma-a. The dog joins in the Bow, wow, wow; 
 
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 The so - ber cows all watch the fun. And say, Moo-oo, moo-oo. 
 The chickens run a - cross the ground, And cry, Pee-eep, pee oep. 
 Tlie roost- er from his perch on high. Cries, Cock - a - doo - die- doo. 
 The old sheep standing by the plow. Says, Baa, baa - aa, baa-aa. 
 
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 Emily Huntingtox Mili-eu. 
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 1. Pretty gar - den- gate, we pray you, O - pen wide and let us go; 
 
 2. In the wind so gen - tly rocking. Hero the Moth-or - rose is seen ; 
 
 3. Darling vio - lets, are you hid - ing In tlie grass your eyes so bluo? 
 
THE GARDEN-GATE.— Concluded. 
 
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 O- pen.pret - ty gate, we pray, 0-pen flow'rs for now 'tia day. 
 Ba - by-buds ! make baste to grow, Wbile tbe sum - mer breez-es blow. 
 Kos-es red, and lil - ies white, Violets sweet, good-bye, good-night. 
 
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 THE LITTLE GARDENER. 
 
 Hungarian Folk Song. 
 
 Laura E. Richauds. 
 Tempo di Valse Lento. 
 
 1. Come, cbil-dren, with mo to the gar - den a - way! 
 
 2. "All thauks, lit - tlo chil-dren," each bud seems to saj'. . 
 
 
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244 
 
 THE LITTLE GARDENER.— Continued 
 
 Tlie plants are all -wait- ins o"r com - ing to - day. 
 All thanks for the love that you show us to - day. 
 
 In heat and in snii - Rhine is droop-ing each leaf,. 
 Now beau - ty and per - fume shall bless you each one.. 
 
 But the chil - dren are com - ing to bring them re - lief. 
 In lov - ing re- turn, for the good you have done. 
 
 Trinkle - trink ! Triukle - trink ! How the drops chime and wink ! 
 Twinkle-twink ! Twiukle-twink! Now like stars see us wink! 
 
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 THE LITTLE GARDENER.— Concluded. 
 
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 As the poor thirst - y plants hohl their heads up to drink! 
 For kind - ness tilings kind-ness, — so flow - ers all think." 
 
 THE LITTLE GARDENER. 
 
 Kate L. Brown. 
 
 Alleijretto grazioso. 
 
 Carl Ekinecke. 
 
 1. TJn - der the glow - ing sun, Bnils o - pen one by 
 
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246 
 
 THE LITTLE GARDENER.— Concludea. 
 
 LITTLE ANNIE'S GARDEN. 
 
 Mrs. FOLLEN. 
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 And mar - i - golds and as - ters In An - nie's gar - den grew. 
 
 There the bee.- . went for hon - ey, And the hnmraing birds too. 
 And there a - mong her llow-er.s, Ev - ery bright and pleasant day. 
 
i^ITTLE ANNIE'S GARDEN.— Concluded. 
 
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 In her own pretty gar - deu, Lit-tle An - nie went to play. 
 
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 Kate L. Buown. "W. W. Gilchrist. 
 
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 THE WHEEL-WRIGHT. 
 
 Emii.t Huntinoton Milleu, 
 Moderato. 
 
 Ei.EANOU Smith. 
 
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 March to - getli - er and iiev - er stop, Hero we go to tlio 
 
 Thin is' tho an - ger, slim luid lonnr, Tnrn'd by tlie wlieel-wiight's 
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THE WHEEL-WRIGHT.— Concluded. 
 
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 Wheel-wrijilit's sliop.Wliepl-wriglit! sliow lis the Tvay you do, 
 
 hands so stronjr. Straight and stead - y the an - ger goes. And 
 holds them tight. This is the rim of i - ron and wood. To 
 
 Mak ■ ing the wheel so round and true, Turn - ing fast and 
 smooth and true the liolo it.. grows, Turn -ing stead • j' and 
 flu - ish my wheel so use - ful and good. Turn - ing fast and 
 
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 turning slow,This is the way the wheel uiu.st go. 
 turning slow,Tliis is the way the auger must go. 
 turning slow, This is the way the wheel must go. 
 
200 THE KNIGHTS AND THE GOOD CHILD. 
 
 Emily IIuntington Milleu. Eleaxou Smith. 
 
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 What do you seek, good Knight, to - day ? . . 
 
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THE KNIGHTS AND THE GOOD CHILD.— Continued. 
 
 251 
 
 rido to find The child that is lov - ing and good and kind." 
 
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 " This la the child so dear, Brave Knights, you see him here ! ' 
 
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252 THE KNIGHTS AND THE GOOD CHILD— Concluded. 
 
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 liere to- day Kead - y to ride ■with trumpet in band. To 
 
THE KNIGHTS AND THE BAD CHILD.— Continued. 253 
 
 Adagio. 
 
 vis - it the hap - py cbil-dren's land? Ab, brave knights you will 
 
 all be sad 
 
 To know tbat my cbild is self - isb and bad. 
 
254 
 
 THE KNIGHTS AND THE BAD CHILD.— Concluded. 
 
 
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 THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER. 
 
 Emily Huntington Millek. E. S. 
 
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 1. Jin - gle, jingle, jin - gle ; Hop I bop ! hop ! 
 
 2. Nev - er fear, my dai'ling! Look, and see, 
 
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 Sec, the Kniglits are passing, Stop! O stop! 
 
 All the Knights are smiling. Smil - ing at me. 
 
 Now my child is 
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THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER.— Concluded. 
 
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 hap - py, Geii-tle, {joixlaiid true. He can go a - rid - ing, a - 
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 But bring him back at eve - ning, Be-cause we love him well. 
 But you'll comeback at eve - nin<:, Be-cause we love him well. 
 
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 THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER. 
 
 Emily Huntington Miller. Eleanou Smith. 
 
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 1. I hear the bu - gle sound -ing, So mer • ry and so clear; 
 
 2. Ton can- not have my dar - ling, So do not liu-ger here. 
 
256 THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER.— Continued. 
 
 Tlie kiiiglits come gai-ly rid - inp:, They waut tliee, cliild, I fear. 
 Safe iu my lieart I'll keep Lim, He is so good and dear. 
 
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 Now bide thee quick, my dar - ling, And nes - tie clo.so to nie. 
 Now do not tar - ry Ion - ger, But swift - ly ride a - way ; 
 
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 For not one dim - pled fin - ger Tlie gal - lant kniglits sliall see.- 
 Peip out and smile, lu^' lad - die. And bid the knights good-day. 
 
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THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER.— Concluded. 
 
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 Where are you, my Ba - by? You've left me a - lone; Who'll 
 
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 Hrnkietta R. Eliot. 
 Molto muderato, p dolce. 
 
 Fked. FIKLI) Bullaud, 
 Op. 30, No. 2. 
 
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GUESSING THE SINGER.— Concluded. 
 
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 THE CHURCH.— Continued. 
 
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 Try, like him, my lit - tie child, To be gen - tie, kind and mild ! 
 
 
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 All about, all about Baby's feet are flying 
 All gone ! The supper's gone ! 
 Busy is the Carpenter . 
 Busy is the Carpenter . 
 Butterflies, butterflies . 
 Come, children, with me to the garden away 
 Come, lovely light, and shine on us 
 Come, my Baby, you shall make . 
 Cover the eyes all close and tight . 
 Ci-eeping, slowly creeping 
 Cuckoo, cuckoo .... 
 Dear little friends across the way . 
 Down goes Baby, Mother's pet 
 First to one friend, then another . 
 Five little children. 
 Five little maidens all in a row 
 Fly, little bird, in the golden sun . 
 From the willow branches slender. 
 Galloping fast, and galloping free . 
 Plark ! the church-bell's pleasant sound 
 Here come riding the knights so gay 
 Here stand we all united 
 Here's a pretty cradle nest 
 Here's Grandpapa and Grandmamma 
 Hey, the Rabbit ! Ho, the Rabbit ! 
 How beautiful ! how joyous . 
 I hear the bugle sounding 
 I lived first in a little house . 
 In a hedge just where 'tis best 
 In little Annie's garden . 
 In the heart of a seed 
 I saw you toss the kites on high . 
 Jingle, jingle, jingle 
 " Lady Moon, Lady Moon, sailing so high " 
 Little star that shines so bright 
 March together and never stop 
 Merry and swift in the crystal stream 
 TMcrry little fishes ■ . . . 
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 INDEX OP FIRST LINES. 
 
 Now go to sleep, my Thumbkin. so clumsy and strong 
 
 Now see them here, these friends so dear 
 
 Now the stars begin to peep . 
 
 birdie, gleaming on the wall 
 
 Oh, call the pigeons, baby dear 
 
 Oh, see the gate ! It opens wide 
 
 Oh, why does the Charcoal Burner stay 
 
 look at the moon ... 
 
 One piece this way and one piece that 
 
 pi'etty bird, shining bird 
 
 O see my pigeon-house, so high ! . 
 
 Over blue eyes, gray or brown 
 
 Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo light . 
 
 Peter, Peter, quickly go . 
 
 Plane, plane, plane .... 
 
 Pretty garden-gate, we pray you . 
 
 Rippling, purling little river. 
 
 Rippling, sparkling in the sun 
 
 See the trees all in a row 
 
 Shall we show you how the Farmer 
 
 Smell the fiow'r. my child, and see 
 
 Swing! swong ! this is the way 
 
 The brook is flowing merrily. 
 
 The busy mill, the l)nsy mill . 
 
 The song I am singing . 
 
 The stars are tiny daisies high 
 
 The Thumb is 07i,e . 
 
 The weather vane is perehM on high 
 
 The windniiil's fans around they go 
 
 This is little Tommy Tiiumb. 
 
 This is the loving Mother 
 
 This is the loving Mother 
 
 This way, that way, turns the weather vane 
 
 Tluimbs and fingers say, "Good morning" 
 
 Tick-tack ! tick-tack ! 
 
 Tiny fingers in a row 
 
 Twinkle, twinkle, little star . 
 
 Under the glowing sun . 
 
 Up and down and in and out 
 
 Weave the little basket, fill it up with posies 
 
 We love to go a-roaraing 
 
 What does little birdie say 
 
 When little Birdie bye-bye goes 
 
 Where are you. my Baby °t 
 
 Wnere the wild rose spreads its bowers 
 
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