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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Child Songs of Cheer, by Evaleen Stein
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+Title: Child Songs of Cheer
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+Author: Evaleen Stein
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+Illustrator: Antoinette Inglis
+
+Release Date: September 27, 2006 [EBook #19389]
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+Language: English
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+
+
+<div class="center"><a name="pic_1" id="pic_1"></a><img src="images/image_01.jpg" alt="Dandelions" width="500" height="737" /><br />
+<span class="caption">DANDELIONS</span></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">Dandelions, dandelions, shining through the dew,</span><br />
+<span class="i8">Let the Kings have Cloth of Gold, but let <i>us</i> have <i>you</i>!</span><br />
+</div></div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="center"><img src="images/image_05.jpg" alt="Front_page" width="400" height="653" /></div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h1>CHILD SONGS OF CHEER</h1>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h3>BY</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h2>EVALEEN STEIN</h2>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+
+<h3>ILLUSTRATIONS BY</h3>
+<h2>ANTOINETTE INGLIS</h2>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="center"><img src="images/image_06.jpg" alt="Seal" width="400" height="270" /></div>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h3>BOSTON</h3>
+<h3>LOTHROP, LEE &amp; SHEPARD CO. </h3>
+
+<h3>Published, August, 1918</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Copyright, 1918,</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">by Lothrop, Lee &amp; Shepard Co.</span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza1">
+<span class="i10">Dear Children, all the little words<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">These printed pages through,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">They are a flock of little birds<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">I bring to sing to you.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza1">
+<span class="i10">Sometimes they sing of foolish things,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">And other times they try<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">To tell their gladness when their wings<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Soar up to seek the sky.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza1">
+<span class="i10">So, Sweethearts, do but kindly hark!<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">If but a sparrow throng,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Or if among them there's a lark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">To you their songs belong!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>Contents</h2>
+
+<table summary="Contents">
+<tr><td></td><td class="tocpg f1">PAGE</td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#UP_LITTLE_ONES">Up, Little Ones!</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#DANDELIONS">Dandelions</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#OUR_PUPPIES">Our Puppies</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_LOST_BALLOON">The Lost Balloon</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_CIRCUS_PROCESSION">The Circus Procession</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#MAY-BASKETS">May-Baskets</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_PICTURE-BOOK_GIANT">The Picture-Book Giant</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#DID_YOU_EVER">Did You Ever?</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#DECORATION_DAY">Decoration Day</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#CHU-CHU_CARS">Chu-Chu Cars</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#FAIRY_RINGS">Fairy Rings</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_FIREFLY">The Firefly</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#A_RAIN_SONG">A Rain Song</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#FAIRIES">Fairies</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_LITTLE_FIR-TREES">The Little Fir-Trees</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_WREN-HOUSE">The Wren-House</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_BABYS_RIDE">The Baby's Ride</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#AN_INDIAN_RAID">An Indian Raid</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_FIRST_SLEIGH-RIDE">The First Sleigh-Ride</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#SLEEPY_TIME">Sleepy Time</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#WHEN_BETTIE_AND_ANNE_WENT_WALKING">When Bettie and Anne Went Walking</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_BLUEBIRD">The Bluebird</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_54">54</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_ORGAN-GRINDER">The Organ-Grinder</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_NEW_MOON">The New Moon</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#SHOWERY_TIME">Showery Time</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#EASTER_DAY">Easter Day</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_SANDMAN">The Sandman</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#DANDELION_CURLS">Dandelion Curls</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_62">62</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#POP-CORN">Pop-Corn</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_RASH_LITTLE_SPARROW">The Rash Little Sparrow</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_64">64</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#WHAT_IF">What If?</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#EASTER_EGGS">Easter Eggs</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_66">66</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_BIRDS_BATH">The Birds' Bath</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#NOVEMBER_MORNING">November Morning</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_RUNAWAY">The Runaway</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_71">71</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#LOST">Lost!</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_QUEENS_PAGE">The Queen's Page</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_74">74</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#OUR_TREE-TOAD">Our Tree-Toad</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#IN_THE_WATER-WORLD">In the Water-World</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#WHO_WAS_IT">Who Was It?</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#VISITING_DAY">Visiting Day</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_80">80</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#A_VALENTINE_TO_CATHERINE">A Valentine to Catherine</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_81">81</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#FIREFLIES">Fireflies</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_RAINY_DAY">The Rainy Day</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_FIRST_RED-BIRD">The First Red-Bird</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_84">84</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_WEATHER-VANE">The Weather-Vane</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_SWAN">The Swan</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#BABYS_BAKING">Baby's Baking</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_89">89</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#A_SURE_SIGN">A Sure Sign</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_90">90</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANOTHER_SURE_SIGN">Another Sure Sign</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_ROBINS_BATH">The Robin's Bath</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_93">93</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_FROSTED_PANE">The Frosted Pane</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_FIRST_SNOW">The First Snow</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_96">96</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#GRANDFATHER_KNOWS">Grandfather Knows</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_97">97</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#SLEIGH-BELLS">Sleigh-Bells</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_98">98</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_RED-BIRD">The Red-Bird</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#WILD_BEASTS">Wild Beasts</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_100">100</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#WHEREFORE_WINGS">Wherefore Wings?</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#BASKING">Basking</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_102">102</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#WITH_A_MAY-BASKET_FOR_BABY_AGNES">With a May-Basket for Baby Agnes</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_103">103</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_LITTLE_NEST">The Little Nest</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#CHRISTMAS_CANDLES">Christmas Candles</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#A_SONG_OF_THE_CHRISTMAS-TREE">A Song of the Christmas-Tree</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_108">108</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#OUR_KITTENS">Our Kittens</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#IN_JULY">In July</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_113">113</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#A_VALENTINE_TO_A_LITTLE_CHILD">A Valentine to a Little Child</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ZIP">Zip!</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_116">116</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#A_LITTLE_CAROL">A Little Carol</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_117">117</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#SONG">Song</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THE_THREE_CANDLES">The Three Candles</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_119">119</a></td></tr>
+</table>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Illustrations" id="Illustrations"></a>Illustrations</h2>
+<table class="tb1">
+  <tr>
+    <td class="center" colspan="2"><a href="#pic_1">DANDELIONS</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td><a href="#pic_1"><span style="margin-left:6em;">Dandelions, dandelions, shining through the dew,</span><br />
+
+        <span style="margin-left:6em;">Let the kings have Cloth of Gold, but let <i>us</i>
+have <i>you</i>!&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></a></td>
+    <td class="tocpg">(Page <a href="#Page_14">14</a>)<br />
+      <a href="#pic_1"><i>Frontispiece</i></a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="tocpg f1" colspan="2">FACING PAGE</td>
+
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="center" colspan="2"><a href="#pic_2">FAIRY RINGS</a></td>
+
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td><a href="#pic_2"><span style="margin-left:12em;">See them dancing, dancing,</span><br />
+        <span style="margin-left:12em;">While the silver moon</span><br />
+        <span style="margin-left:12em;">Tips their swiftly glancing</span><br />
+        <span style="margin-left:12em;">Little silver shoon!</span></a></td>
+    <td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="center" colspan="2"><a href="#pic_3">THE BIRDS' BATH</a></td>
+
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td><a href="#pic_3"><span style="margin-left:12em;">When the sun shines warm and high</span><br />
+        <span style="margin-left:12em;">Robins cluster round its brink</span></a></td>
+    <td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class="center" colspan="2"><a href="#pic_4">CHRISTMAS CANDLES</a></td>
+
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td><a href="#pic_4"><span style="margin-left:12em;">We can tell Him of our love</span><br />
+        <span style="margin-left:12em;">If we set a light for Him </span></a></td>
+    <td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_108">108</a></td>
+  </tr>
+
+</table>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="Child_Songs_of_Cheer" id="Child_Songs_of_Cheer"></a>Child Songs of Cheer</h2>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="UP_LITTLE_ONES" id="UP_LITTLE_ONES"></a>UP, LITTLE ONES!</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A robin redbreast, fluting there<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon the apple-bough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is telling all the world how fair<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are apple-blossoms now;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The honey-dew its sweetness spills<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From cuckoo-cups, and all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The crocuses and daffodils<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are drest for festival!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Such pretty things are to be seen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Such pleasant things to do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The April earth it is so green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The April sky so blue,<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span><span class="i0">The path from dawn to even-song<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So joyous is to-day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Up, little ones! and dance along<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The lilac-scented way!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="DANDELIONS" id="DANDELIONS"></a>DANDELIONS</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hey-a-day-a-day, my dear! Dandelion time!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come, and let us make for them a pretty little rhyme!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">See the meadows twinkling now, beautiful and bright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As the sky when through the blue shine the stars at night!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Once upon a time, folks say, mighty kings of old<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Met upon a splendid field called "The Cloth of Gold."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But, we wonder, could it be there was ever seen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brighter gold than glitters now in our meadows green?<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dandelions, dandelions, shining through the dew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let the kings have Cloth of Gold, but let <i>us</i> have <i>you</i>!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="OUR_PUPPIES" id="OUR_PUPPIES"></a>OUR PUPPIES</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little ears as soft as silk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little teeth as white as milk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little noses cool and pink,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little eyes that blink and blink,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little bodies round and fat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little hearts that pit-a-pat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Surely prettier puppies never<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were before nor can be ever!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_LOST_BALLOON" id="THE_LOST_BALLOON"></a>THE LOST BALLOON</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O dear! my purple toy balloon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has flown away! and very soon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It will be high up as the moon!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And don't you think the man up there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will wonder what it is, and stare?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Perhaps hell say, "<i>Well, I declare!</i>"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Or, maybe if it chance there are<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some little boys in yonder star,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if it floats away so far,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Perhaps they'll jump up very high<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And catch the cord as it goes by!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At any rate I hope they'll try!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_CIRCUS_PROCESSION" id="THE_CIRCUS_PROCESSION"></a>THE CIRCUS PROCESSION</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Oh, hurry! hurry!</i> here they come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The band in front with the big bass drum<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And blaring bugles,&mdash;there they are,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On golden thrones in a golden car,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tooting and fluting, oh, how grand!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Hi diddle, diddle!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The fife and the fiddle!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Hurrah, hurrah</i> for the circus band!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And the red-plumed horses, oh, see them prance<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And daintily lift their hoofs and dance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While beautiful ladies with golden curls<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are jingling their bridles of gold and pearls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And close behind<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Come every kind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of animal cages great and small,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O how I wonder what's in them all!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here's one that's open and glaring there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is the shaggiest snow-white polar bear!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Woof!</i> but I wonder what we'd do<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If his bars broke loose right now, don't you?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And O dear me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Just look and see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That pink-cheeked lady in skirts of gauze<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the great big lion with folded paws!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">O me! O my!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I'm glad that I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Am not in that lion's cage, because<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Suppose he'd open his horrible jaws!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&mdash;But look! the clown is coming! Of course<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Facing the tail of a spotted horse<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shouting out things to make folks laugh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And grinning up at the tall giraffe<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That placidly paces along and looks<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just like giraffes in the picture-books!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And there are the elephants, two and two,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lumbering on as they always do!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The men who lead them look so small<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wonder the elephants mind at all<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">As they wag their queer<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Long trunks, and peer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through their beady eyes,&mdash;folks say they know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No end of things, and I'm sure it's so!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you never must do a thing that's bad<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or that possibly might make an elephant mad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For he'll never forgive you, it appears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And will punish you sure, if it takes him <i>years!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4">So do not stare<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">But take good care<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To mind your manners, and always try<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To smile politely as they go by!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But the camels don't care if you laugh at them<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With their bumpy humps like a capital M,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">They lurch and sway<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And seem to say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As they wrinkle their noses, long and gray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"This swaggering stride is quite the plan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It's the way we walked in the caravan!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And now more cages come rumbling by<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With glittering people throned on high;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So many spangles and precious things,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They surely must all be queens and kings!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">They look so proud<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Above the crowd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O my, how fine it must feel to ride<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On golden wagons that hide inside<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Strange animals caught in cannibal isles<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And brought in ships for a million miles!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span><span class="i4">But hark! it's near<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The end, for hear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That sudden screeching in piercing key!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The steaming, screaming <i>cal-li-o-pe</i>!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just plain pianos sound terribly tame<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beside this one with the wonderful name,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And wouldn't you love some day to sit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a circus wagon and play on it?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="MAY-BASKETS" id="MAY-BASKETS"></a>MAY-BASKETS</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let us take our baskets early<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the meadows green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the wild-flowers still are pearly<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With the dewdrops' sheen.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fill them full of blossoms rosy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Violets and gay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cowslips, every pretty posy<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Welcoming the May.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then our lovely loads we'll carry<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Down the village street,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On each door, with laughter merry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hang a basket sweet.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hey-a-day-day! It is spring now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lazy folks, awake!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See the pretty things we bring now<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For the May-day's sake!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_PICTURE-BOOK_GIANT" id="THE_PICTURE-BOOK_GIANT"></a>THE PICTURE-BOOK GIANT</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Once there was a fierce, defiant,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Greedy, grumpy, grizzly giant<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the pages of a picture-book, and he<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sometimes screamed, in sudden rages,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I must jump out from these pages,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For this life's a much too humdrum one for me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Fiddle-dee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yes, this life's a quite too quiet one for me!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So one rainy day he did it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Took the picture-book and hid it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Stamped his foot, and shouting loudly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">"Now I'm free!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Boldly started out, forgetting<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That he could not stand a wetting!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span><span class="i0">He was just a paper giant, don't you see?<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Dearie me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just a gaudy, picture giant, don't you see?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="DID_YOU_EVER" id="DID_YOU_EVER"></a>DID YOU EVER?</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Did you ever see a fairy in a rose-leaf coat and cap<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swinging in a cobweb hammock as he napped his noonday nap?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Did you ever see one waken very thirsty and drink up<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the honey-dew that glimmered in a golden buttercup?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Did you ever see one fly away on rainbow-twinkling wings?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you did not, why, how comes it that you never see such things?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="DECORATION_DAY" id="DECORATION_DAY"></a>DECORATION DAY</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">See the soldiers, little ones!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hark the drummers' beat!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See them with their flags and guns<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Marching down the street!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tattered flags from out the wars,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let us follow these<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the little stripes and stars<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Twinkling through the trees.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Watch them waving through the grass<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where the heroes sleep!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thither gently let us pass<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On this day we keep.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let us bring our blossoms, too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All our gardens grow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lilacs honey-sweet with dew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the lilies' snow.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Every posy of the May,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Every bloomy stem,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every bud that breaks to-day<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gather now for them.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lay the lilies o'er them thus,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lovingly, for so<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down they laid their lives for us,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Long and long ago.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Heap above them bud and bough;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Softly, ere we cease,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God, we pray Thee, gently now<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fold them in Thy peace!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="CHU-CHU_CARS" id="CHU-CHU_CARS"></a>CHU-CHU CARS</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Turn the chairs down in a row<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each behind the other, so;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Chu-chu! Chu-chu!</i> there they are,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Passenger and baggage-car,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Chu-chu-chu!</i> the Morris chair<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is the engine puffing there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Chu-chu! Chu-chu! Ting-a-ling!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Don't you hear its big bell ring?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All aboard! Jump on! if you<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Want to take this train. <i>Chu-chu!!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Off we start now, rushing fast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the fields and valleys, past<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Noisy cities, over bridges,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hills and plains and mountain ridges,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Chu-chu! Chu-chu! Chu-chu-chu!!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At such speed it must be true<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span><span class="i0">Since we started we have come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Most a million miles from home!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jump off, some one! Quick! and go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the pantry, for, you know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We must have the cookie-jar<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For our Pullman dining-car!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="FAIRY_RINGS" id="FAIRY_RINGS"></a>FAIRY RINGS</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Softly in the gloaming<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flitting through the vale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fairy folk are roaming<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Over hill and dale.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pixies in the hollow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Elves upon the height,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let us follow, follow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Through the paling light.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Follow, all unbidden,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the grassy glade<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wrapped around and hidden<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the forest shade.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hark the elfin tinkle<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of their little lutes!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mark the golden twinkle<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of their fairy flutes!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="pic_2" id="pic_2"></a><img src="images/image_02.jpg" alt="FAIRY RINGS" width="500" height="730" /><br />
+<span class="caption">FAIRY RINGS</span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">See them dancing, dancing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While the silver moon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tips their swiftly glancing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Little silver shoon!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tripping, tripping lightly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where their footprints fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Look! the grass is brightly<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Growing green and tall!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Springing close, unbroken,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In a fairy ring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to-morrow's token<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of their frolicking!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_FIREFLY" id="THE_FIREFLY"></a>THE FIREFLY</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Flash and flicker and fly away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Trailing light as you flutter far,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are you a lamp for the fairies, say?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or a flake of fire from a falling star?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="A_RAIN_SONG" id="A_RAIN_SONG"></a>A RAIN SONG</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Tinkle, tinkle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Lightly fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On the peach buds, pink and small;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tip the tiny grass, and twinkle<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On the clover, green and tall.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Tinkle, tinkle,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Faster now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Little rain-drops, smite and sprinkle<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cherry-bloom and apple-bough!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pelt the elms, and show them how<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">You can dash!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And splash! splash! splash!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the thunder rolls and mutters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the lightnings flash and flash!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span><span class="i4">Then eddy into curls<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of a million misty swirls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thread the air with silver, and embroider it with pearls!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And patter, patter, patter<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To a quicker time, and clatter<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On the streaming window-pane;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Rain, rain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">On the leaves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">And the eaves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the turning weather-vane!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rush in torrents from the tip<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the gable-peak, and drip<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the garden-bed, and fill<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">All the cuckoo-cups, and pour<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">More and more<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span><span class="i2">In the tulip-bowls, and still<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Overspill<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In a crystal tide until<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Every yellow daffodil<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is flooded to its golden rim, and brimming o'er and o'er!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then as gently as the low<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Muffled whir of robin wings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or a sweep of silver strings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Even so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Take your airy April flight<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Through the merry April light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And melt into a mist of rainy music as you go!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="FAIRIES" id="FAIRIES"></a>FAIRIES</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Grandfather says that sometimes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When stars are twinkling and<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A new moon shines, there come times<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When folks see fairy-land!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So when there's next a new moon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I mean to watch all night!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grandfather says a blue moon<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is best for fairy light,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And in a peach-bloom, maybe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If I look I shall see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A little fairy baby<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No bigger than a bee!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_LITTLE_FIR-TREES" id="THE_LITTLE_FIR-TREES"></a>THE LITTLE FIR-TREES</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hey! little evergreens,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sturdy and strong!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Summer and autumn time<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hasten along;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Harvest the sunbeams, then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bind them in sheaves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Range them, and change them<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To tufts of green leaves.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Delve in the mellow mold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Far, far below,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Little evergreens, grow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Grow, grow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grow, little evergreens, grow!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Up, up so airily<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the blue sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lift up your leafy tips<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Stately and high;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clasp tight your tiny cones,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tawny and brown;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By and by, buffeting<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rains will pelt down;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By and by, bitterly<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Chill winds will blow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Little evergreens, grow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Grow, grow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grow, little evergreens, grow!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gather all uttermost<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beauty, because,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hark, till I tell it now!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How Santa Claus,<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span><span class="i0">Out of the northern land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Over the seas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soon shall come seeking you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Evergreen trees!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seek you with reindeer soon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Over the snow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Little evergreens, grow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Grow, grow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grow, little evergreens, grow!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What if the maples flare<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flaunting and red,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You shall wear waxen white<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tapers instead!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What if now, otherwhere,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Birds are beguiled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You shall yet nestle<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The little Christ-child!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span><span class="i0">Ah! the strange splendor<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The fir-trees shall know!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Little evergreens, grow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Grow, grow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grow, little evergreens, grow!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_WREN-HOUSE" id="THE_WREN-HOUSE"></a>THE WREN-HOUSE</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yesterday I took my saw<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And some bits of wood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I made a little house<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nicely as I could.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I put on a mossy-green<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Little pointed roof,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I cut a tiny door<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That is pussy-proof.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For I hope some little wrens<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To our yard will come<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And will choose my little house<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For their little home.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I shall hang it in the boughs<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of the apple-tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I'm sure as rent for it<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They will sing to me!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_BABYS_RIDE" id="THE_BABYS_RIDE"></a>THE BABY'S RIDE</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Chee! Chee! Chickadee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sing-time and sun!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Aye, aye, baby-bye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Springtime has begun!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<hr class="hr1" />
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the little willow cart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On a downy bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pretty parasol of silk<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Swinging overhead,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let us go along the lane<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where a baby sees<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mighty tufts of grass, and weeds<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tall as forest trees!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bluebird on the apple-bough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sing and sing and sing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing your very sweetest now<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For babyhood and spring!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<hr class="hr1" />
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Bah! Bah!" from the pasture,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And "Caw! Caw!" from the crow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bleating from the little calf<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That has not learned to low.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<hr class="hr1" />
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Apple-buds, apple-buds breaking apart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The baby looks upward with love-laden gaze;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, shower some petals down here in his cart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">One honey-sweet cluster of pretty pink sprays!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Apple-buds, apple-buds, scornful and too<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Vain of your loveliness, stay where you are!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cheeks of the baby are pinker than you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And finer and softer and sweeter by far!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<hr class="hr1" />
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">See the pretty little lambs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How they frisk and play!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See their silky fleeces shine<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">White as buds in May!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">White as are the fleecy clouds<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Softly blowing by&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What if they were little lambs<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Playing in the sky?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<hr class="hr1" />
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Robin on the peach-bough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Swinging overhead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing a little song and say<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Why is your breast so red?<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Why is your voice so sweet, and<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Your song so merry, say?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And wherefore do you spread your wings<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And quickly fly away?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<hr class="hr1" />
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ho, ho! see the queer little prints there<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That cover the road, baby, look!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At the web-footed tangle that hints where<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The ducks have gone down to the brook!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Muscovy mammas that waddled<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Zigzag, you can trace in their tracks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the dear little ducklings that toddled<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And tumbled sometimes on their backs!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<hr class="hr1" />
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Buttercup, buttercup, buttercup gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O give us a handful of riches to hold!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ho, ho! laughs the baby, and grasps in his glee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His wealth, but soon shows what a spend-thrift is he!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&mdash;Nay, nay, he is king, though he never was crowned,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And royally scatters his gold on the ground!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<hr class="hr1" />
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bough of the willow-tree<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Over the brook,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down darts a kingfisher,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Look, baby, look!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Back on the willow-bough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fishing is done;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Happy and nappy now<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There in the sun.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<hr class="hr1" />
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Happy and nappy the baby is, too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Softly his eyelids droop over the blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Golden his curls on the white pillow lie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleep, baby, sleep, baby, hush-a-by-bye.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="AN_INDIAN_RAID" id="AN_INDIAN_RAID"></a>AN INDIAN RAID</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Did you see some Indians passing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Just a short while back?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Looks as if they must be massing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For a fierce attack!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Buckskin fringes, turkey-feather<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Huge head-dresses and<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bows and arrows, altogether<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Quite a frightful band!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">From the lilac-bushes springing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">See them rushing! Ugh!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Awful war-whoops wildly ringing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There'll be scalping, too!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In their fearful frenzy leaping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It is very plain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soon around us they'll be heaping<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mountains of the slain!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Soon their victims will be falling&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But, above the noise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hark! I hear somebody calling,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Come to dinner, boys!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_FIRST_SLEIGH-RIDE" id="THE_FIRST_SLEIGH-RIDE"></a>THE FIRST SLEIGH-RIDE</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O happy time of fleecy rime<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And falling flakes, and O<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The glad surprise in baby eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That never saw the snow!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Down shining ways the flying sleighs<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Go jingling by, and see!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beside the gate the horses wait<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And neigh for you and me!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="SLEEPY_TIME" id="SLEEPY_TIME"></a>SLEEPY TIME</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hey, baby! Ho, baby! here upon my knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See the firelight flicker over you and me!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">See the tiny people basking in the glow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Peering through the ruddy little coals, and so<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How they dance and scamper! Merry fairy folk!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little sparks for spangles, little wings of smoke!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come baby, come baby, nestle in my arms;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hear the purring flames now sing their sleepy charms.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All the firelight fairies, all the drowsy elves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the downy ashes cover up themselves.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And I fold the little blanket over you;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bye baby, my baby, let us slumber too.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="WHEN_BETTIE_AND_ANNE_WENT_WALKING" id="WHEN_BETTIE_AND_ANNE_WENT_WALKING"></a>WHEN BETTIE AND ANNE WENT WALKING</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">When they took their dollies walking,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">They were both so busy talking,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(They had not met for half an hour and so had much to say)<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">That they heedlessly kept going<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Down the shady streets, not knowing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till they wanted to come back again, they could not find the way!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">In their fright they felt forlorner<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Every time they turned a corner,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they wailed to one another, "Oh, whatever shall we do?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">A big bear might come to bite us,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Or a dreadful dog to fight us,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or the wicked gipsies get us! <i>Oh, boo-hoo! Boo-hoo! Boo-hoo!</i>"<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">But this story, though a sad one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Has an end that's not a bad one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For at last somebody found them as they bade the world good-by;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">They took their dollies home again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And vowed they'd never roam again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And their mothers hugged and kissed them, saying, "There, my dears, don't cry!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_BLUEBIRD" id="THE_BLUEBIRD"></a>THE BLUEBIRD</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To-day at dawn there twinkled through<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The pearly mist a flash of blue<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So dazzling bright I thought the sky<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shone through the rifted clouds on high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Till, by and by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A note so honey-sweet I heard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I knew that bright flash was a bird!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_ORGAN-GRINDER" id="THE_ORGAN-GRINDER"></a>THE ORGAN-GRINDER</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hark! I hear the organ-grinder<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Coming down the street,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the sudden clatter-patter<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of the children's feet!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come, oh, let us run to meet him!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Did you ever hear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tunes so gay as he is playing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or so sweet and clear?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">See the brown-faced little monkey,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Impudent and bold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With his little scarlet jacket<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Braided all in gold!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And his tiny cap and tassel<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bobbing to and fro,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Look, oh, look! he plucks it off now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bowing very low.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And he's passing it politely&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Can it be for <i>pay</i>?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O dear me! I have no penny!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let us run away!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_NEW_MOON" id="THE_NEW_MOON"></a>THE NEW MOON</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pretty new moon, little new moon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now, as first I look at you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I must make a wish, for wise folks<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Say it surely will come true!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little new moon, pretty new moon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wish&mdash;but I must not tell!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For if any one should hear it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wise folks say it breaks the spell!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="SHOWERY_TIME" id="SHOWERY_TIME"></a>SHOWERY TIME</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The April rain-drops tinkle<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In cuckoo-cups of gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And warm south winds unwrinkle<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The buds the peach-boughs hold.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In countless fluted creases<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The little elm-leaves show,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While white as carded fleeces<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The dogwood blossoms blow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A rosy robe is wrapping<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The early red-bud trees;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But still the haws are napping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor heed the honey-bees.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And still in lazy sleeping<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The apple-buds are bound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But tulip-tips are peeping<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From out the garden ground.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And yonder, gayly swinging<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon the turning vane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A robin redbreast singing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Makes merry at the rain!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="EASTER_DAY" id="EASTER_DAY"></a>EASTER DAY</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Christ the Lord is risen to-day!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Angels rolled the stone away<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the tomb wherein He lay!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little children, come and sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Glory, glory to the King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Christ the Lord of everything!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_SANDMAN" id="THE_SANDMAN"></a>THE SANDMAN</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Sandman! hark, I hear him!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He's coming up the stair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And everybody near him<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is nodding, I declare!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He's peeping in the door now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And first of all he spies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As he has done before now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The little children's eyes!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then quickly does he throw it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His golden sleepy-sand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all, before they know it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are off for sleepy-land!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="DANDELION_CURLS" id="DANDELION_CURLS"></a>DANDELION CURLS</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah, ha, ha, now! who comes here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wreathed in flowers of gold and queer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tiny tangled curls of green<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gayly bobbing in between?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pretty token of the spring!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hark! we hear the bluebirds sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When we thus see little girls<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Decked in dandelion curls.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="POP-CORN" id="POP-CORN"></a>POP-CORN</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6"><i>Pop! Pop!&mdash;Poppetty-pop!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shake and rattle and rattle and shake<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The golden grains as they bounce and break<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To fluffy puffiness&mdash;<i>Poppetty-pop!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bursting and banging the popper's top!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6"><i>Poppetty-pop!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i8"><i>Pop! Pop!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The yellow kernels, oh, see them grow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">White as cotton or flakes of snow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i8"><i>Pop! Pop!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O-ho, how they frolic and fly about<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And turn themselves suddenly inside out!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Pop-pop-poppetty! Pop-pop-pop!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The popper's full and we'll have to stop;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pile the bowl with the tempting treat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Children, come, it is time to eat!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_RASH_LITTLE_SPARROW" id="THE_RASH_LITTLE_SPARROW"></a>THE RASH LITTLE SPARROW</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Rash little sparrow<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Up in the nest;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Feathers not long enough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wee wings not strong enough!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Poor little sparrow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Poor little breast!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="WHAT_IF" id="WHAT_IF"></a>WHAT IF?</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When I see the new moon lightly<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Through cloud ripples slip,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then I'm sure that shining brightly<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">It's a fairy ship!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What if in it we were sailing<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Far and far away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a wake of silver trailing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Till the golden day?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Why, we'd fly back home together<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Safely from the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the moon's a fairy feather<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">When the sun is high!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="EASTER_EGGS" id="EASTER_EGGS"></a>EASTER EGGS</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Seven little nests of hay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We have made, for Easter day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is to-morrow, and you know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We must have them ready, so<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the Rabbit comes she'll see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We expected her, that we<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Children tried our very best<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each to make the nicest nest.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One is in the lilac-bush,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Near the ground&mdash;last year a thrush<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Built a nest there&mdash;let me see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two are by the apple-tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the clover&mdash;that makes three&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One beside the playhouse door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&mdash;Three plus one, that must be four&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span><span class="i0">Two are in the tulip-bed&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was it seven that I said?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, yes! six I've counted, and<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One is in our pile of sand.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<hr class="hr1" />
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come and see! Oh, hurry, hurry!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the Rabbit, kind and furry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has been here again and laid<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eggs in every nest we made!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Purple, orange, red, and blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pink and green and yellow, too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a bunch of finest flowers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ever seen, and all are ours!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And oh, <i>look!</i> What <i>do</i> you think!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here our names are in white ink,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All spelled nicely so we know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just where every egg should go!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is it not surprising, quite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How well Easter Rabbits write?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_BIRDS_BATH" id="THE_BIRDS_BATH"></a>THE BIRDS' BATH</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In our garden we have made<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Such a pretty little pool,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lined with pebbles neatly laid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Filled with water clean and cool.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p class="center"><a name="pic_3" id="pic_3"></a><img src="images/image_03.jpg" alt="THE BIRDS' BATH" width="500" height="732" /><br />
+<span class="caption">THE BIRDS' BATH</span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the sun shines warm and high<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Robins cluster round its brink,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never one comes flying by<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But will flutter down to drink.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then they splash and splash and splash,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Spattering little showers bright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All around, till off they flash<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Singing sweetly their delight.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="NOVEMBER_MORNING" id="NOVEMBER_MORNING"></a>NOVEMBER MORNING</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A tingling, misty marvel<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Blew hither in the night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now the little peach-trees<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are clasped in frozen light.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Upon the apple-branches<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An icy film is caught,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With trailing threads of gossamer<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In pearly patterns wrought.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The autumn sun, in wonder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is gayly peering through<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This silver-tissued network<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Across the frosty blue.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The weather-vane is fire-tipped,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The honeysuckle shows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A dazzling icy splendor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And crystal is the rose.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Around the eaves are fringes<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of icicles that seem<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To mock the summer rainbows<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With many-colored gleam.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Along the walk, the pebbles<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are each a precious stone;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The grass is tasseled hoarfrost,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The clover jewel-sown.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Such sparkle, sparkle, sparkle<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fills all the frosty air,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, can it be that darkness<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is ever anywhere!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_RUNAWAY" id="THE_RUNAWAY"></a>THE RUNAWAY</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A frantic clatter of horses' feet!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A runaway's coming down the street!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Flurry, scurry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Children, hurry!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drop your playthings! Quick! don't wait!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Run and get within the gate!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Push the baby in the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scramble in yourselves before<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">&mdash;<i>Whoa! Whoa!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4">There they go!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pell-mell rushing, snorting, quaking,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wagon rumbling, harness breaking,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Frightened so they cannot know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Everybody's shrieking "<i>Whoa!</i>"<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">O my, don't cry!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whiz, bang, they've galloped by!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span><span class="i0">No one hurt, but horses dashed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Round a post and wagon smashed!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Dear me! Dear me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When a runaway we see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Children, too, must run, oh, fast!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Run and hide as it goes past!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="LOST" id="LOST"></a>LOST!</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Peep! Peep! Peep!" Poor little chick!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Little cry so weak and small,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Meadow grass so tall and thick,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the clover tufts so tall!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little heart in sore distress,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Longing for the mother wing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the weedy wilderness<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Searching for its sheltering!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_QUEENS_PAGE" id="THE_QUEENS_PAGE"></a>THE QUEEN'S PAGE</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Once I was a little page<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To a May-day queen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I wore a little coat<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Made of Lincoln green.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, the queen was beautiful!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And she had a bright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crown of golden cuckoo-buds<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And violets blue and white.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On the step beside her throne<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I sat very still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ready, as a page should be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To obey her will.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And before us little girls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Each with garlands gay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Round a May-pole danced and sang<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Almost all the day.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="OUR_TREE-TOAD" id="OUR_TREE-TOAD"></a>OUR TREE-TOAD</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Grandfather says the tree-toad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That to our yard has come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is just a little wee toad<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No bigger than his thumb!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And that his coat's so queer it<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Can turn from green to blue!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whatever color's near it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Why, that's its color, too!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And then Grandfather snickers<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And says, "Would you suppose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He climbs with little stickers<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On all his little toes?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And don't you wish your toes now<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were fixed like his? For, see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Right up the elm he goes now<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sticks tight to the tree!"<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But then," he says, "O dear me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If all the little boys<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Could <i>screech</i> as loud, I fear me<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There'd be a dreadful noise!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="IN_THE_WATER-WORLD" id="IN_THE_WATER-WORLD"></a>IN THE WATER-WORLD</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Down among the water-weeds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Darting through the grass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Round about the tasseled reeds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">See the minnows pass!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See the little turtles there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hiding, half asleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tucked in tangled mosses where<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tiny crayfish creep!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Watch the trailing grasses string<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Strands of purple shells<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the lazy ripples ring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sweet as silver bells;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Watch the sunshine sift and drift<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Down the eddy whirls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whence the laden whiteweeds lift<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Loads of blossom pearls;<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">While the limpid shadows slip<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Softly in between,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the pussy-willows dip<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lightly in the green<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the mocking trees that grow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Down the water-sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flecked with fleecy clouds that blow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where the reed-birds fly.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, such marvels manifold<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fill the summer stream,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such enticing things untold<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Through the ripples gleam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you could a moment turn<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Into what you wish,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would it not be fun to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yonder little fish?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="WHO_WAS_IT" id="WHO_WAS_IT"></a>WHO WAS IT?</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Of course I've heard the moon's green cheese,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But will somebody tell me, please,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who was it took so big a bite<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's scarcely any left to-night?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="VISITING_DAY" id="VISITING_DAY"></a>VISITING DAY</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'll wear the striped skirt that trails,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And you the flowered one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we will take our parasols<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And walk out in the sun.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We'll leave our dolly-carts at home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For ladies, when they call,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Must not have children with them, no,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That would not do at all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And I'll be "Mrs. Wilkinson,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And you'll be "Mrs. Brown,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we will call and call and call<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On every one in town!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="A_VALENTINE_TO_CATHERINE" id="A_VALENTINE_TO_CATHERINE"></a>A VALENTINE TO CATHERINE</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If you will be my True-Love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll tell you what I'll do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll ask a little bluebird<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To sing a song to you.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When first you see a violet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And softly pricking through<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The garden-bed come crocuses<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And golden tulips, too,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then watch! for he'll be coming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The little bird of blue;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He'll sing, "I love you, Sweetheart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It's true, true, true!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="FIREFLIES" id="FIREFLIES"></a>FIREFLIES</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Look! Look down in the garden how<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The firefly lights are flitting now!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A million tiny sparks I know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flash through the pinks and golden-glow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I am very sure that all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have come to light a fairy ball,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if I could stay up I'd see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How gay the fairy folks can be!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_RAINY_DAY" id="THE_RAINY_DAY"></a>THE RAINY DAY</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let's sail all day, away, away<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the splendid Spanish Main<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the sultry seas of the Caribbees<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And skies that never rain!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As pirates bold with bags of gold<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And cutlasses and things,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We'll pack doubloons and silver spoons<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In chests with iron rings.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And these we'll carry and secretly bury<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In cannibal isles afar;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like Captain Kidd, when they're safely hid<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We won't tell where they are.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let's sail all day, away, away<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the splendid Spanish Main<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the sultry seas of the Caribbees<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">&mdash;But at night sail home again!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_FIRST_RED-BIRD" id="THE_FIRST_RED-BIRD"></a>THE FIRST RED-BIRD</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I heard a song at daybreak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So honey-sweet and clear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The essence of all joyous things<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Seemed mingling in its cheer.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The frosty world about me<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I searched with eager gaze,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But all was slumber-bound and wrapped<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In violet-tinted haze.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then suddenly a sunbeam<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shot slanting o'er the hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And once again from out the sky<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I heard that honied trill.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And there upon a poplar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Poised at its topmost height,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I saw a little singer clad<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In scarlet plumage bright.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The poplar branches quivered,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By dawn winds lightly blown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And like a breeze-swept poppy-flower<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The red-bird rocked and shone.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The blue sky, and his feathers<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flashed o'er by golden light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, all my heart with rapture thrilled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It was so sweet a sight!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_WEATHER-VANE" id="THE_WEATHER-VANE"></a>THE WEATHER-VANE</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Turn, turn, when pelting rain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rushes down the window-pane;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Turn, turn, and turn again<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the sun shines, weather-vane!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Fie! Fie! to always be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Emblem of uncertainty!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Followed by the restless sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Changeful moons may wax and wane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet the moons and sea-tides, too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Constant are compared to you!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fickle still you must remain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Long as winds blow, weather-vane!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_SWAN" id="THE_SWAN"></a>THE SWAN</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Stately swan, so proud and white<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Glistening in the morning light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come and tell me is it true<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That a snow-white swan like you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Guided by bright golden chains<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In his beak for bridle reins,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Once upon a time from far<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fabled lands where fairies are<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought a magic boat wherein<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rode the brave knight Lohengrin?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Stately swan, so proud and white<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Glistening in the morning light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you only wore a gold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Harness, like that swan of old,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if trailing in your wake<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sailing on the silver lake<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span><span class="i0">Was a boat of magic and<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You could float to fairy-land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then I'd jump in and begin<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Traveling like Lohengrin!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="BABYS_BAKING" id="BABYS_BAKING"></a>BABY'S BAKING</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So, so, spade and hoe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Little pile of sand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See it turning into dough<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the baby's hand!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little pie with crimpy crust,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Set it in the sun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sugar it with powdered dust,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bake it till it's done.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="A_SURE_SIGN" id="A_SURE_SIGN"></a>A SURE SIGN</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When you see upon the walk<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Circles newly made of chalk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And around them all the day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little boys in eager play<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rolling marbles, agates fine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Banded, polished, red as wine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Marbles crystal as the dew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each with rainbows twisted through,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Marbles gay in painted clay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flashing, twinkling in your way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the walk has blossomed so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Surely every one must know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">None need wonder who has heard<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Robin, wren, or Peter-bird;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sure the sign as song or wing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">It is spring!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ANOTHER_SURE_SIGN" id="ANOTHER_SURE_SIGN"></a>ANOTHER SURE SIGN</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When pink-cheeked on every hand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little girls are seen to stand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Turning skipping ropes,&mdash;<i>swish-swash!</i>&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While their laughing playmates run<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jumping over,&mdash;oh, what fun!&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Swish-swash! Swish-swash!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two and two now, see them dash!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>One, two, one, two,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Round they scamper, safely through,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Swish-swash!</i> such merry skipping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>One, two,</i>&mdash;some one is tripping!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah, she's out now and must pay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Turning rope while others play!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See the bobbing golden curls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little skirts in rhythmic swirls<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span><span class="i0">Rising, falling, to the beat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the little skipping feet!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When these pretty sights appear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is surely very clear<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">April's here!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_ROBINS_BATH" id="THE_ROBINS_BATH"></a>THE ROBIN'S BATH</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A flash and flicker of dripping wings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A wet red breast that glows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bright as the newly opened bud<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The first red poppy shows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A sparkle of flying rainbow drops,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A glint of golden sun<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On ruffled feathers, a snatch of song,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the robin's bath is done.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_FROSTED_PANE" id="THE_FROSTED_PANE"></a>THE FROSTED PANE</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">When I wakened, very early,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All my window-pane was pearly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a sparkling little picture traced in lines of shining white;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some magician with a gleaming<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Frosty brush, while I was dreaming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Must have come and by the starlight worked through all the quiet night.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">He had painted frosty people,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a frosty church and steeple,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a frosty bridge and river tumbling over frosty rocks;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Frosty mountain peaks that glimmered,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And fine frosty ferns that shimmered,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a frosty little pasture full of frosty little flocks.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">It was all touched in so lightly<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And it glittered, oh, so whitely,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That I gazed and gazed in wonder at the lovely painted pane;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then the sun rose high and higher<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With his wand of golden fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till, alas, my picture vanished and I looked for it in vain!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_FIRST_SNOW" id="THE_FIRST_SNOW"></a>THE FIRST SNOW</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The snow! the snow! Whoop! Hooray! Ho! Ho!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Plunge in the deep drifts and toss it up so!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rollick and roll in the feathery fleece<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Plucked out of the breasts of the marvelous geese<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the little old woman who lives in the sky;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have ever you seen her? No, neither have I!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="GRANDFATHER_KNOWS" id="GRANDFATHER_KNOWS"></a>GRANDFATHER KNOWS</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Grandfather says of all things<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The silliest he's heard<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is that some children call things<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They've never seen, "absurd!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And have their doubts of true things,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And won't believe, because<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They say, "If you but knew things,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There <i>is</i> no Santa Claus!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Grandfather says he <i>knows</i> him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sees him every year,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Santa often shows him<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The playthings he brings here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He says, too, Santa told him<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If any girls and boys<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Laugh at and won't uphold him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They'll not get any toys!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="SLEIGH-BELLS" id="SLEIGH-BELLS"></a>SLEIGH-BELLS</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Happy winter-time!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Baby's eyes a-twinkle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hear the sleigh-bells chime!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Each one rings a merry<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ting-a-ling-a-ling!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For a sleigh-bell fairy<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hides inside to sing.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">See them quake and quiver,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Up and downward tossed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seems as if they shiver<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the nipping frost!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Shiver into laughter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Jolly little elves!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till we laugh thereafter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Merry as themselves!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_RED-BIRD" id="THE_RED-BIRD"></a>THE RED-BIRD</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Swept lightly by the south wind<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The elm-leaves softly stirred,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in their pale green clusters<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There straightway bloomed a bird!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His glossy feathers glistened<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With dyes as richly red<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As any tulip flaming<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From out the garden bed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But ah, unlike the tulips,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In joyous strain, ere long,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This red-bird flower unfolded<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A heart of golden song!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="WILD_BEASTS" id="WILD_BEASTS"></a>WILD BEASTS</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I will be a lion<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And you shall be a bear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And each of us will have a den<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beneath a nursery chair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you must growl and growl and growl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I will roar and roar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then&mdash;why, then&mdash;you'll growl again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I will roar some more!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="WHEREFORE_WINGS" id="WHEREFORE_WINGS"></a>WHEREFORE WINGS?</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Heigho, sparrow! Reckless of the rain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When chill the cheerless wind grows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chirping might and main!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is it naught, then, when the rose<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Blows again?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Beating, sleeting on your draggled coat!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Surely, 'tis enough to drown<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Any happy note<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nestling in that downy brown<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Little throat.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah me, sparrow! Had I but your power,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Think you in the freezing sleet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I would waste an hour?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">&mdash;I'd sing my sweetest to a sweet<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Orange flower!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="BASKING" id="BASKING"></a>BASKING</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Frosty winter chased away<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By the blessed sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down upon the garden walks<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Basking has begun.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, the happy, happy heat!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How the pulses stir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How it warms the hearts beneath<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Little coats of fur!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, the happy pussy-cats!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Days to doze and doze,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what pleasant dreams they dream<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Only pussy knows.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="WITH_A_MAY-BASKET_FOR_BABY_AGNES" id="WITH_A_MAY-BASKET_FOR_BABY_AGNES"></a>WITH A MAY-BASKET FOR BABY AGNES</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Peach-buds to meet thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Robins to greet thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hey, little Sweetheart! and May morning, hey!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Sunbeam and sing time,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Bluebird and wing time,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This time is kiss time for sweethearts, I say!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Dearest, God bless thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Fold and caress thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto thy cradle may good fairies fly!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Fortune be fair for thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">This is my prayer for thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lullaby, little one, hush-a-by-bye!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">So for a love now<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Token thereof now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet, see this tiny May-basket I bring;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Posies to play with,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Pinks to be gay with,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dear little baby of sunshine and spring!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_LITTLE_NEST" id="THE_LITTLE_NEST"></a>THE LITTLE NEST</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A little picture haunts me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It comes and comes again;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is a tiny bird's-nest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All ragged from the rain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It clings within a birch-tree<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon the moorland's edge,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Between the barren branches,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Above the swaying sedge.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The sky is gray behind it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And when the north winds blow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The birch-tree bends and shivers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And tosses to and fro.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I wonder, does it haunt them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The birds that flew away?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And will they come to seek it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some sunny summer day?<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I wonder, does some redbreast<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon an orange-bough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still picture it as plainly<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As I can see it now?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah me! I would forget it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet still, with sense of pain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I see this little bird's-nest<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Within the driving rain.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="CHRISTMAS_CANDLES" id="CHRISTMAS_CANDLES"></a>CHRISTMAS CANDLES</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the Christ-child comes again<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Softly down the street to-night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twinkling through the window pane<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let our candles shed their light.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Though the clouds are dark above<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the golden stars are dim,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We can tell Him of our love<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If we set a light for Him.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, the blessed Christ-child dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In His robe of shining white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let our candles give Him cheer<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As He passes by to-night!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="A_SONG_OF_THE_CHRISTMAS-TREE" id="A_SONG_OF_THE_CHRISTMAS-TREE"></a>A SONG OF THE CHRISTMAS-TREE</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><a name="pic_4" id="pic_4"></a><img src="images/image_04.jpg" alt="CHRISTMAS CANDLES" width="500" height="733" /><br />
+<span class="caption">CHRISTMAS CANDLES</span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">We can tell Him of our love<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">If we set a light for Him.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hurrah! Hurrah! for the Christmas-tree<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With its glory and glitter and mystery!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its twinkling candles that bud and bloom<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like strange bright flowers in the darkened room,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its glistening gold and silver balls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its candy canes and its blue-eyed dolls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sugary fruits it bears,&mdash;for oh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where else do such wonderful sweetmeats grow?&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its tasseled horns and its pop-corn strings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all its myriad marvelous things!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">O-ho! and ah-ha!<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">And a hip hurrah!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For our dear and beautiful tree, because<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It grew in the gardens of Santa Claus<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And he brought it here in his reindeer sleigh<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From ever and ever so far away!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>So, children, come, let us make a ring</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>And all clasp hands as we dance and sing</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>To the blessed tree and the blessed night</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>When the Christ-child walks in the candles' light!</i><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hurrah! Hurrah! for the Christmas-tree<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That Santa Claus brought to you and me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He cut it down with a silver axe&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's a tree in each of his million packs!&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And carried it safely over the snow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And down our chimney and here, you know;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its golden cobwebs that glint and gleam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He took from a lovely Christmas dream<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tangled them over it till, behold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It shines like the fabled Fleece of Gold!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i6">Oh, Santa Claus, here's<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">A thrice three cheers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For garlands green and berries of red,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And mistletoe clustering overhead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the joy of our Christmas festival!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But our beautiful tree, it is best of all!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>And circling still in a merry ring</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>We'll still clasp hands as we dance and sing</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>To the blessed tree and the blessed night</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>When the Christ-child walks in the candles' light!</i><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hurrah! Hurrah! for the Christmas-tree!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And look, O look to its tip and see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The feathery slim fir leaves and where,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the topmost boughs, is the image fair<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the Christ-child nestling amid the green<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the little brown cones that peep between!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And high above Him glittering bright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A gold star sparkles with golden light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we children think, as we gaze on them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the wonderful Star of Bethlehem,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Of the lovely Star<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">And the Kings who far,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, far, came seeking a Babe and brought<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their love and worship to Him they sought,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And made Him gifts, as the gifts we make<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With loving hearts for that Baby's sake.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Oh, come, come all, and join the ring!</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>Let all clasp hands as we dance and sing</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>To the blessed tree and the blessed night</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>When the Christ-child walks in the candles' light!</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="OUR_KITTENS" id="OUR_KITTENS"></a>OUR KITTENS</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Our kittens have the softest fur,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the sweetest little purr,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And such little velvet paws<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With such cunning little claws,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And blue eyes, just like the sky!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(<i>Must</i> they turn green, by and by?)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two are striped like tigers, three<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are as black as black can be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they run so fast and play<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With their tails, and are so gay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is it not a pity that<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each must grow into a cat?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="IN_JULY" id="IN_JULY"></a>IN JULY</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let us find a shady wady<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pretty little brook;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let us have some candy handy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a picture-book.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There all day we'll stay and play and<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Never mind the heat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the water gleaming, streaming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ripples round our feet.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And we'll gather curly pearly<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mussel-shells while bright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Frightened minnows darting, parting,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Scurry out of sight.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What if, what if,&mdash;heigho! my oh!&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All the "ifs" were true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the little fishes wishes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now, what would you do?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="A_VALENTINE_TO_A_LITTLE_CHILD" id="A_VALENTINE_TO_A_LITTLE_CHILD"></a>A VALENTINE TO A LITTLE CHILD</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dear heart, on this thrice-blessed day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An thou my sweetheart be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rose of love shall bide alway<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon the red-rose tree.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And in the garden of my heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So ceaselessly shall shine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The little birds will know thou art<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mine own true Valentine.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And I will bid them wing and sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To all good winds that blow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That to thy little feet they bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All blessings, even so.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And o'er thy cradle I will coax,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By every lucky charm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The friendship of the fairy folks<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To fold thee from all harm.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So may they hover round thy head<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And gently thereupon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As doth the April sunshine, shed<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Most gracious benison.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And all fair gifts that Fortune hath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll pray she promise these,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that she loose about thy path<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All sweet influences.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then here's a kiss! and there's a kiss!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And kisses, one, two, three!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I seal them in the folds of this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And speed them unto thee!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ZIP" id="ZIP"></a>ZIP!</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When we went to drive the cows home<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Down the lane to-day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There was such a funny bunny<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Jumped across the way!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All we saw as he ran past us,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Faster than a quail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was his snow-white fuzzy-wuzzy<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Little cotton tail!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="A_LITTLE_CAROL" id="A_LITTLE_CAROL"></a>A LITTLE CAROL</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Welcome, little Brother!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lowly, holy One!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hail thee, Virgin Mother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More than any other<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Blessed in thy Son!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Child, since the poor manger<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Once thou didst not scorn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rest thee, little Stranger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Folded from all danger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In our hearts new-born!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nestle thus, we pray thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In our love's caress;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fain we are to pay thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Worship, and obey thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Babe, and Prince no less!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="SONG" id="SONG"></a>SONG</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Honey-dew drippity-drops for a feast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dreams of delight when the feasting has ceased,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Poppy and rose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Drain them and doze;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This is a song that the butterfly knows.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_THREE_CANDLES" id="THE_THREE_CANDLES"></a>THE THREE CANDLES</h2>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the Christmas-tide drew nigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On a shelf three candles bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two were red and one was white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Waited for who came to buy.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said the first one, "I shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chosen for a Christmas-tree!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said the second, "I shall light<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Christ Jesus on His way to-night!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then the third one sighed, "Ah me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I know not what my lot will be!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the dark fell, bright and gay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The first candle burned away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Red as all the berries red<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the holly overhead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the children in their glee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Danced around the Christmas-tree.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And the second, twinkling bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Poured forth all its golden light<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through a window decked with green<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Garlands and red ribbons' sheen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So the Christ-child when He came<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Might be guided by its flame.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But the third one in the gloom<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of a bare and cheerless room<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Softly burned where long had lain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A poor little child in pain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the baby in its bed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the light was comforted.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the Christ-child passed that night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All three candles gave Him light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the brightest was the spark<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the baby in the dark.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>THE END</h3>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Child Songs of Cheer, by Evaleen Stein
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+Title: Child Songs of Cheer
+
+Author: Evaleen Stein
+
+Illustrator: Antoinette Inglis
+
+Release Date: September 27, 2006 [EBook #19389]
+
+Language: English
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+
+                      [Illustration: DANDELIONS]
+
+           Dandelions, dandelions, shining through the dew,
+           Let the Kings have Cloth of Gold, but let _us_ have _you_!
+
+
+
+
+                         CHILD SONGS OF CHEER
+
+
+
+                                  BY
+
+                            EVALEEN STEIN
+
+
+
+                           ILLUSTRATIONS BY
+
+                          ANTOINETTE INGLIS
+
+
+
+
+                                BOSTON
+
+                      LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO.
+
+                       Published, August, 1918
+
+
+
+                           COPYRIGHT, 1918,
+                    BY LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+    _Dear Children, all the little words
+      These printed pages through,
+    They are a flock of little birds
+      I bring to sing to you.
+
+    Sometimes they sing of foolish things,
+      And other times they try
+    To tell their gladness when their wings
+      Soar up to seek the sky.
+
+    So, Sweethearts, do but kindly hark!
+      If but a sparrow throng,
+    Or if among them there's a lark,
+      To you their songs belong!_
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+Contents
+
+
+Up, Little Ones!
+
+Dandelions
+
+Our Puppies
+
+The Lost Balloon
+
+The Circus Procession
+
+May-Baskets
+
+The Picture-Book Giant
+
+Did You Ever?
+
+Decoration Day
+
+Chu-Chu Cars
+
+Fairy Rings
+
+The Firefly
+
+A Rain Song
+
+Fairies
+
+The Little Fir-Trees
+
+The Wren-House
+
+The Baby's Ride
+
+An Indian Raid
+
+The First Sleigh-Ride
+
+Sleepy Time
+
+When Bettie and Anne Went Walking
+
+The Bluebird
+
+The Organ-Grinder
+
+The New Moon
+
+Showery Time
+
+Easter Day
+
+The Sandman
+
+Dandelion Curls
+
+Pop-Corn
+
+The Rash Little Sparrow
+
+What If?
+
+Easter Eggs
+
+The Birds' Bath
+
+November Morning
+
+The Runaway
+
+Lost!
+
+The Queen's Page
+
+Our Tree-Toad
+
+In the Water-World
+
+Who Was It?
+
+Visiting Day
+
+A Valentine to Catherine
+
+Fireflies
+
+The Rainy Day
+
+The First Red-Bird
+
+The Weather-Vane
+
+The Swan
+
+Baby's Baking
+
+A Sure Sign
+
+Another Sure Sign
+
+The Robin's Bath
+
+The Frosted Pane
+
+The First Snow
+
+Grandfather Knows
+
+Sleigh-Bells
+
+The Red-Bird
+
+Wild Beasts
+
+Wherefore Wings?
+
+Basking
+
+With a May-Basket for Baby Agnes
+
+The Little Nest
+
+Christmas Candles
+
+A Song of the Christmas-Tree
+
+Our Kittens
+
+In July
+
+A Valentine to a Little Child
+
+Zip!
+
+A Little Carol
+
+Song
+
+The Three Candles
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+Illustrations
+
+
+DANDELIONS
+
+Dandelions, dandelions, shining through the dew,
+Let the kings have Cloth of Gold, but let _us_
+have _you_!                                   _Frontispiece_
+
+FAIRY RINGS
+
+See them dancing, dancing,
+While the silver moon
+Tips their swiftly glancing
+Little silver shoon!
+
+THE BIRDS' BATH
+
+When the sun shines warm and high
+Robins cluster round its brink
+
+CHRISTMAS CANDLES
+
+We can tell Him of our love
+If we set a light for Him
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+Child Songs of Cheer
+
+UP, LITTLE ONES!
+
+
+    A robin redbreast, fluting there
+      Upon the apple-bough,
+    Is telling all the world how fair
+      Are apple-blossoms now;
+    The honey-dew its sweetness spills
+      From cuckoo-cups, and all
+    The crocuses and daffodils
+      Are drest for festival!
+
+    Such pretty things are to be seen,
+      Such pleasant things to do,
+    The April earth it is so green,
+      The April sky so blue,
+    The path from dawn to even-song
+      So joyous is to-day,
+    Up, little ones! and dance along
+      The lilac-scented way!
+
+
+
+
+DANDELIONS
+
+
+    Hey-a-day-a-day, my dear! Dandelion time!
+    Come, and let us make for them a pretty little rhyme!
+
+    See the meadows twinkling now, beautiful and bright
+    As the sky when through the blue shine the stars at night!
+
+    Once upon a time, folks say, mighty kings of old
+    Met upon a splendid field called "The Cloth of Gold."
+
+    But, we wonder, could it be there was ever seen
+    Brighter gold than glitters now in our meadows green?
+
+    Dandelions, dandelions, shining through the dew,
+    Let the kings have Cloth of Gold, but let _us_ have _you_!
+
+
+
+
+OUR PUPPIES
+
+
+    Little ears as soft as silk,
+    Little teeth as white as milk,
+    Little noses cool and pink,
+    Little eyes that blink and blink,
+    Little bodies round and fat,
+    Little hearts that pit-a-pat,
+    Surely prettier puppies never
+    Were before nor can be ever!
+
+
+
+
+THE LOST BALLOON
+
+
+    O dear! my purple toy balloon
+    Has flown away! and very soon
+    It will be high up as the moon!
+
+    And don't you think the man up there
+    Will wonder what it is, and stare?
+    Perhaps hell say, "_Well, I declare!_"
+
+    Or, maybe if it chance there are
+    Some little boys in yonder star,
+    And if it floats away so far,
+
+    Perhaps they'll jump up very high
+    And catch the cord as it goes by!
+    At any rate I hope they'll try!
+
+
+
+
+THE CIRCUS PROCESSION
+
+
+    _Oh, hurry! hurry!_ here they come,
+    The band in front with the big bass drum
+    And blaring bugles,--there they are,
+    On golden thrones in a golden car,
+    Tooting and fluting, oh, how grand!
+                Hi diddle, diddle!
+                The fife and the fiddle!
+    _Hurrah, hurrah_ for the circus band!
+
+    And the red-plumed horses, oh, see them prance
+    And daintily lift their hoofs and dance,
+    While beautiful ladies with golden curls
+    Are jingling their bridles of gold and pearls,
+                And close behind
+                Come every kind
+    Of animal cages great and small,
+    O how I wonder what's in them all!
+
+    Here's one that's open and glaring there
+    Is the shaggiest snow-white polar bear!
+    _Woof!_ but I wonder what we'd do
+    If his bars broke loose right now, don't you?
+                And O dear me!
+                Just look and see
+    That pink-cheeked lady in skirts of gauze
+    And the great big lion with folded paws!
+                O me! O my!
+                I'm glad that I
+    Am not in that lion's cage, because
+    _Suppose he'd open his horrible jaws!_
+    --But look! the clown is coming! Of course
+    Facing the tail of a spotted horse
+    And shouting out things to make folks laugh,
+    And grinning up at the tall giraffe
+    That placidly paces along and looks
+    Just like giraffes in the picture-books!
+
+    And there are the elephants, two and two,
+    Lumbering on as they always do!
+    The men who lead them look so small
+    I wonder the elephants mind at all
+                As they wag their queer
+                Long trunks, and peer
+    Through their beady eyes,--folks say they know
+    No end of things, and I'm sure it's so!
+    And you never must do a thing that's bad
+    Or that possibly might make an elephant mad,
+    For he'll never forgive you, it appears,
+    And will punish you sure, if it takes him _years!_
+                So do not stare
+                But take good care
+    To mind your manners, and always try
+    To smile politely as they go by!
+
+    But the camels don't care if you laugh at them
+    With their bumpy humps like a capital M,
+                They lurch and sway
+                And seem to say,
+    As they wrinkle their noses, long and gray,
+    "This swaggering stride is quite the plan,
+    It's the way we walked in the caravan!"
+
+    And now more cages come rumbling by
+    With glittering people throned on high;
+    So many spangles and precious things,
+    They surely must all be queens and kings!
+                They look so proud
+                Above the crowd,
+    O my, how fine it must feel to ride
+    On golden wagons that hide inside
+    Strange animals caught in cannibal isles
+    And brought in ships for a million miles!
+                But hark! it's near
+                The end, for hear
+    That sudden screeching in piercing key!
+    The steaming, screaming _cal-li-o-pe_!
+    Just plain pianos sound terribly tame
+    Beside this one with the wonderful name,
+    And wouldn't you love some day to sit
+    In a circus wagon and play on it?
+
+
+
+
+MAY-BASKETS
+
+
+    Let us take our baskets early
+      To the meadows green,
+    While the wild-flowers still are pearly
+      With the dewdrops' sheen.
+
+    Fill them full of blossoms rosy,
+      Violets and gay
+    Cowslips, every pretty posy
+      Welcoming the May.
+
+    Then our lovely loads we'll carry
+      Down the village street,
+    On each door, with laughter merry,
+      Hang a basket sweet.
+
+    Hey-a-day-day! It is spring now,
+      Lazy folks, awake!
+    See the pretty things we bring now
+      For the May-day's sake!
+
+
+
+
+THE PICTURE-BOOK GIANT
+
+
+    Once there was a fierce, defiant,
+    Greedy, grumpy, grizzly giant
+      In the pages of a picture-book, and he
+    Sometimes screamed, in sudden rages,
+    "I must jump out from these pages,
+      For this life's a much too humdrum one for me!
+                  Fiddle-dee!
+      Yes, this life's a quite too quiet one for me!"
+
+    So one rainy day he did it,
+    Took the picture-book and hid it,
+      Stamped his foot, and shouting loudly,
+          "Now I'm free!"
+    Boldly started out, forgetting
+    That he could not stand a wetting!
+    He was just a paper giant, don't you see?
+              Dearie me!
+    Just a gaudy, picture giant, don't you see?
+
+
+
+
+DID YOU EVER?
+
+
+    Did you ever see a fairy in a rose-leaf coat and cap
+    Swinging in a cobweb hammock as he napped his noonday nap?
+
+    Did you ever see one waken very thirsty and drink up
+    All the honey-dew that glimmered in a golden buttercup?
+
+    Did you ever see one fly away on rainbow-twinkling wings?
+    If you did not, why, how comes it that you never see such things?
+
+
+
+
+DECORATION DAY
+
+
+    See the soldiers, little ones!
+      Hark the drummers' beat!
+    See them with their flags and guns
+      Marching down the street!
+
+    Tattered flags from out the wars,
+      Let us follow these
+    To the little stripes and stars
+      Twinkling through the trees.
+
+    Watch them waving through the grass
+      Where the heroes sleep!
+    Thither gently let us pass
+      On this day we keep.
+
+    Let us bring our blossoms, too,
+      All our gardens grow;
+    Lilacs honey-sweet with dew,
+      And the lilies' snow.
+
+    Every posy of the May,
+      Every bloomy stem,
+    Every bud that breaks to-day
+      Gather now for them.
+
+    Lay the lilies o'er them thus,
+      Lovingly, for so
+    Down they laid their lives for us,
+      Long and long ago.
+
+    Heap above them bud and bough;
+      Softly, ere we cease,
+    God, we pray Thee, gently now
+      Fold them in Thy peace!
+
+
+
+
+CHU-CHU CARS
+
+
+    Turn the chairs down in a row
+    Each behind the other, so;
+    _Chu-chu! Chu-chu!_ there they are,
+    Passenger and baggage-car,
+    _Chu-chu-chu!_ the Morris chair
+    Is the engine puffing there,
+    _Chu-chu! Chu-chu! Ting-a-ling!_
+    Don't you hear its big bell ring?
+    All aboard! Jump on! if you
+    Want to take this train. _Chu-chu!!_
+    Off we start now, rushing fast
+    Through the fields and valleys, past
+    Noisy cities, over bridges,
+    Hills and plains and mountain ridges,
+    _Chu-chu! Chu-chu! Chu-chu-chu!!_
+    At such speed it must be true
+    Since we started we have come
+    Most a million miles from home!
+    Jump off, some one! Quick! and go
+    To the pantry, for, you know,
+    We must have the cookie-jar
+    For our Pullman dining-car!
+
+
+
+
+FAIRY RINGS
+
+
+    Softly in the gloaming
+      Flitting through the vale,
+    Fairy folk are roaming
+      Over hill and dale.
+
+    Pixies in the hollow,
+      Elves upon the height,
+    Let us follow, follow
+      Through the paling light.
+
+    Follow, all unbidden,
+      To the grassy glade
+    Wrapped around and hidden
+      In the forest shade.
+
+    Hark the elfin tinkle
+      Of their little lutes!
+    Mark the golden twinkle
+      Of their fairy flutes!
+
+[Illustration: FAIRY RINGS]
+
+    See them dancing, dancing,
+      While the silver moon
+    Tips their swiftly glancing
+      Little silver shoon!
+
+    Tripping, tripping lightly,
+      Where their footprints fall,
+    Look! the grass is brightly
+      Growing green and tall!
+
+    Springing close, unbroken,
+      In a fairy ring,
+    For to-morrow's token
+      Of their frolicking!
+
+
+
+
+THE FIREFLY
+
+
+    Flash and flicker and fly away,
+      Trailing light as you flutter far,
+    Are you a lamp for the fairies, say?
+      Or a flake of fire from a falling star?
+
+
+
+
+A RAIN SONG
+
+
+              Tinkle, tinkle,
+                Lightly fall
+      On the peach buds, pink and small;
+    Tip the tiny grass, and twinkle
+      On the clover, green and tall.
+
+              Tinkle, tinkle,--
+                Faster now,
+      Little rain-drops, smite and sprinkle
+    Cherry-bloom and apple-bough!
+    Pelt the elms, and show them how
+              You can dash!
+                And splash! splash! splash!
+    While the thunder rolls and mutters,
+      And the lightnings flash and flash!
+              Then eddy into curls
+              Of a million misty swirls,
+    And thread the air with silver, and embroider it with pearls!
+
+    And patter, patter, patter
+    To a quicker time, and clatter
+      On the streaming window-pane;
+              Rain, rain,
+                On the leaves,
+                  And the eaves,
+      And the turning weather-vane!
+
+    Rush in torrents from the tip
+    Of the gable-peak, and drip
+      In the garden-bed, and fill
+        All the cuckoo-cups, and pour
+              More and more
+      In the tulip-bowls, and still
+                Overspill
+      In a crystal tide until
+      Every yellow daffodil
+    Is flooded to its golden rim, and brimming o'er and o'er!
+
+    Then as gently as the low
+      Muffled whir of robin wings,
+      Or a sweep of silver strings,
+                Even so,
+        Take your airy April flight
+        Through the merry April light,
+    And melt into a mist of rainy music as you go!
+
+
+
+
+FAIRIES
+
+
+    Grandfather says that sometimes,
+      When stars are twinkling and
+    A new moon shines, there come times
+      When folks see fairy-land!
+
+    So when there's next a new moon,
+      I mean to watch all night!
+    Grandfather says a blue moon
+      Is best for fairy light,
+
+    And in a peach-bloom, maybe,
+      If I look I shall see
+    A little fairy baby
+      No bigger than a bee!
+
+
+
+
+THE LITTLE FIR-TREES
+
+
+    Hey! little evergreens,
+      Sturdy and strong!
+    Summer and autumn time
+      Hasten along;
+    Harvest the sunbeams, then,
+      Bind them in sheaves,
+    Range them, and change them
+      To tufts of green leaves.
+    Delve in the mellow mold,
+      Far, far below,
+            And so,
+      Little evergreens, grow!
+            Grow, grow!
+    Grow, little evergreens, grow!
+
+    Up, up so airily
+      To the blue sky,
+    Lift up your leafy tips
+      Stately and high;
+    Clasp tight your tiny cones,
+      Tawny and brown;
+    By and by, buffeting
+      Rains will pelt down;
+    By and by, bitterly
+      Chill winds will blow;
+            And so,
+      Little evergreens, grow!
+            Grow, grow!
+    Grow, little evergreens, grow!
+
+    Gather all uttermost
+      Beauty, because,--
+    Hark, till I tell it now!
+      How Santa Claus,
+    Out of the northern land,
+      Over the seas,
+    Soon shall come seeking you,
+      Evergreen trees!
+    Seek you with reindeer soon,
+      Over the snow;
+            And so,
+      Little evergreens, grow!
+            Grow, grow!
+    Grow, little evergreens, grow!
+
+    What if the maples flare
+      Flaunting and red,
+    You shall wear waxen white
+      Tapers instead!
+    What if now, otherwhere,
+      Birds are beguiled,
+    You shall yet nestle
+      The little Christ-child!
+    Ah! the strange splendor
+      The fir-trees shall know!
+            And so,
+      Little evergreens, grow!
+            Grow, grow!
+    Grow, little evergreens, grow!
+
+
+
+
+THE WREN-HOUSE
+
+
+    Yesterday I took my saw
+      And some bits of wood,
+    And I made a little house
+      Nicely as I could.
+
+    I put on a mossy-green
+      Little pointed roof,
+    And I cut a tiny door
+      That is pussy-proof.
+
+    For I hope some little wrens
+      To our yard will come
+    And will choose my little house
+      For their little home.
+
+    I shall hang it in the boughs
+      Of the apple-tree,
+    And I'm sure as rent for it
+      They will sing to me!
+
+
+
+
+THE BABY'S RIDE
+
+
+    Chee! Chee! Chickadee!
+      Sing-time and sun!
+    Aye, aye, baby-bye,
+      Springtime has begun!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+    In the little willow cart,
+      On a downy bed,
+    Pretty parasol of silk
+      Swinging overhead,
+
+    Let us go along the lane
+      Where a baby sees
+    Mighty tufts of grass, and weeds
+      Tall as forest trees!
+
+    Bluebird on the apple-bough,
+      Sing and sing and sing!
+    Sing your very sweetest now
+      For babyhood and spring!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+    "Bah! Bah!" from the pasture,
+      And "Caw! Caw!" from the crow,
+    And bleating from the little calf
+      That has not learned to low.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+    Apple-buds, apple-buds breaking apart,
+      The baby looks upward with love-laden gaze;
+    Oh, shower some petals down here in his cart,
+      One honey-sweet cluster of pretty pink sprays!
+
+    Apple-buds, apple-buds, scornful and too
+      Vain of your loveliness, stay where you are!
+    The cheeks of the baby are pinker than you,
+      And finer and softer and sweeter by far!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+    See the pretty little lambs,
+      How they frisk and play!
+    See their silky fleeces shine
+      White as buds in May!
+
+    White as are the fleecy clouds
+      Softly blowing by--
+    What if they were little lambs
+      Playing in the sky?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+    Robin on the peach-bough,
+      Swinging overhead,
+    Sing a little song and say
+      Why is your breast so red?
+
+    Why is your voice so sweet, and
+      Your song so merry, say?
+    And wherefore do you spread your wings
+      And quickly fly away?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+    Ho, ho! see the queer little prints there
+      That cover the road, baby, look!
+    At the web-footed tangle that hints where
+      The ducks have gone down to the brook!
+
+    The Muscovy mammas that waddled
+      Zigzag, you can trace in their tracks,
+    And the dear little ducklings that toddled
+      And tumbled sometimes on their backs!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+    Buttercup, buttercup, buttercup gold,
+    O give us a handful of riches to hold!
+
+    Ho, ho! laughs the baby, and grasps in his glee
+    His wealth, but soon shows what a spend-thrift is he!
+    --Nay, nay, he is king, though he never was crowned,
+    And royally scatters his gold on the ground!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+    Bough of the willow-tree
+      Over the brook,
+    Down darts a kingfisher,
+      Look, baby, look!
+
+    Back on the willow-bough,
+      Fishing is done;
+    Happy and nappy now
+      There in the sun.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+    Happy and nappy the baby is, too,
+    Softly his eyelids droop over the blue,
+    Golden his curls on the white pillow lie,
+    Sleep, baby, sleep, baby, hush-a-by-bye.
+
+
+
+
+AN INDIAN RAID
+
+
+    Did you see some Indians passing,
+      Just a short while back?
+    Looks as if they must be massing
+      For a fierce attack!
+
+    Buckskin fringes, turkey-feather
+      Huge head-dresses and
+    Bows and arrows, altogether
+      Quite a frightful band!
+
+    From the lilac-bushes springing,
+      See them rushing! Ugh!
+    Awful war-whoops wildly ringing!
+      There'll be scalping, too!
+
+    In their fearful frenzy leaping,
+      It is very plain
+    Soon around us they'll be heaping
+      Mountains of the slain!
+
+    Soon their victims will be falling--
+      But, above the noise,
+    Hark! I hear somebody calling,
+      "Come to dinner, boys!"
+
+
+
+
+THE FIRST SLEIGH-RIDE
+
+
+    O happy time of fleecy rime
+      And falling flakes, and O
+    The glad surprise in baby eyes
+      That never saw the snow!
+
+    Down shining ways the flying sleighs
+      Go jingling by, and see!
+    Beside the gate the horses wait
+      And neigh for you and me!
+
+
+
+
+SLEEPY TIME
+
+
+    Hey, baby! Ho, baby! here upon my knee,
+    See the firelight flicker over you and me!
+
+    See the tiny people basking in the glow,
+    Peering through the ruddy little coals, and so
+
+    How they dance and scamper! Merry fairy folk!
+    Little sparks for spangles, little wings of smoke!
+
+    Come baby, come baby, nestle in my arms;
+    Hear the purring flames now sing their sleepy charms.
+
+    All the firelight fairies, all the drowsy elves,
+    In the downy ashes cover up themselves.
+
+    And I fold the little blanket over you;
+    Bye baby, my baby, let us slumber too.
+
+
+
+
+WHEN BETTIE AND ANNE WENT WALKING
+
+
+        When they took their dollies walking,
+        They were both so busy talking,
+    (They had not met for half an hour and so had much to say)
+        That they heedlessly kept going
+        Down the shady streets, not knowing,
+    Till they wanted to come back again, they could not find the way!
+
+        In their fright they felt forlorner
+        Every time they turned a corner,
+    And they wailed to one another, "Oh, whatever shall we do?
+        A big bear might come to bite us,
+        Or a dreadful dog to fight us,
+    Or the wicked gipsies get us! _Oh, boo-hoo! Boo-hoo! Boo-hoo!_"
+
+        But this story, though a sad one,
+        Has an end that's not a bad one,
+    For at last somebody found them as they bade the world good-by;
+        They took their dollies home again,
+        And vowed they'd never roam again,
+    And their mothers hugged and kissed them, saying, "There, my dears,
+            don't cry!"
+
+
+
+
+THE BLUEBIRD
+
+
+    To-day at dawn there twinkled through
+    The pearly mist a flash of blue
+      So dazzling bright I thought the sky
+      Shone through the rifted clouds on high,
+              Till, by and by,
+    A note so honey-sweet I heard,
+    I knew that bright flash was a bird!
+
+
+
+
+THE ORGAN-GRINDER
+
+
+    Hark! I hear the organ-grinder
+      Coming down the street,
+    And the sudden clatter-patter
+      Of the children's feet!
+
+    Come, oh, let us run to meet him!
+      Did you ever hear
+    Tunes so gay as he is playing,
+      Or so sweet and clear?
+
+    See the brown-faced little monkey,
+      Impudent and bold,
+    With his little scarlet jacket
+      Braided all in gold!
+
+    And his tiny cap and tassel
+      Bobbing to and fro,
+    Look, oh, look! he plucks it off now,
+      Bowing very low.
+
+    And he's passing it politely--
+      Can it be for _pay_?
+    O dear me! I have no penny!
+      Let us run away!
+
+
+
+
+THE NEW MOON
+
+
+    Pretty new moon, little new moon,
+      Now, as first I look at you,
+    I must make a wish, for wise folks
+      Say it surely will come true!
+
+    Little new moon, pretty new moon,
+      I wish--but I must not tell!
+    For if any one should hear it,
+      Wise folks say it breaks the spell!
+
+
+
+
+SHOWERY TIME
+
+
+    The April rain-drops tinkle
+      In cuckoo-cups of gold,
+    And warm south winds unwrinkle
+      The buds the peach-boughs hold.
+
+    In countless fluted creases
+      The little elm-leaves show,
+    While white as carded fleeces
+      The dogwood blossoms blow.
+
+    A rosy robe is wrapping
+      The early red-bud trees;
+    But still the haws are napping,
+      Nor heed the honey-bees.
+
+    And still in lazy sleeping
+      The apple-buds are bound,
+    But tulip-tips are peeping
+      From out the garden ground.
+
+    And yonder, gayly swinging
+      Upon the turning vane,
+    A robin redbreast singing
+      Makes merry at the rain!
+
+
+
+
+EASTER DAY
+
+
+    Christ the Lord is risen to-day!
+    Angels rolled the stone away
+    From the tomb wherein He lay!
+
+    Little children, come and sing,
+    "Glory, glory to the King,
+    Christ the Lord of everything!"
+
+
+
+
+THE SANDMAN
+
+
+    The Sandman! hark, I hear him!
+      He's coming up the stair,
+    And everybody near him
+      Is nodding, I declare!
+
+    He's peeping in the door now,
+      And first of all he spies,
+    As he has done before now,
+      The little children's eyes!
+
+    Then quickly does he throw it,
+      His golden sleepy-sand,
+    And all, before they know it,
+      Are off for sleepy-land!
+
+
+
+
+DANDELION CURLS
+
+
+    Ah, ha, ha, now! who comes here
+    Wreathed in flowers of gold and queer
+    Tiny tangled curls of green
+    Gayly bobbing in between?
+
+    Pretty token of the spring!
+    Hark! we hear the bluebirds sing
+    When we thus see little girls
+    Decked in dandelion curls.
+
+
+
+
+POP-CORN
+
+
+             _Pop! Pop!--Poppetty-pop!_
+    Shake and rattle and rattle and shake
+    The golden grains as they bounce and break
+    To fluffy puffiness--_Poppetty-pop!_
+    Bursting and banging the popper's top!
+             _Poppetty-pop!
+                  Pop! Pop!_
+
+    The yellow kernels, oh, see them grow
+    White as cotton or flakes of snow!
+               _Pop! Pop!_
+    O-ho, how they frolic and fly about
+    And turn themselves suddenly inside out!
+    _Pop-pop-poppetty! Pop-pop-pop!_
+    The popper's full and we'll have to stop;
+    Pile the bowl with the tempting treat,
+    Children, come, it is time to eat!
+
+
+
+
+THE RASH LITTLE SPARROW
+
+
+      Rash little sparrow
+        Up in the nest;
+    Feathers not long enough,
+    Wee wings not strong enough!
+        Poor little sparrow!
+        Poor little breast!
+
+
+
+
+WHAT IF?
+
+
+    When I see the new moon lightly
+     Through cloud ripples slip,
+    Then I'm sure that shining brightly
+     It's a fairy ship!
+
+    What if in it we were sailing
+     Far and far away,
+    With a wake of silver trailing,
+     Till the golden day?
+
+    Why, we'd fly back home together
+     Safely from the sky,
+    For the moon's a fairy feather
+     When the sun is high!
+
+
+
+
+EASTER EGGS
+
+
+    Seven little nests of hay
+    We have made, for Easter day
+    Is to-morrow, and you know
+    We must have them ready, so
+    When the Rabbit comes she'll see
+    We expected her, that we
+    Children tried our very best
+    Each to make the nicest nest.
+
+    One is in the lilac-bush,
+    Near the ground--last year a thrush
+    Built a nest there--let me see,
+    Two are by the apple-tree,
+    In the clover--that makes three--
+    One beside the playhouse door,
+    --Three plus one, that must be four--
+    Two are in the tulip-bed--
+    Was it seven that I said?
+    Oh, yes! six I've counted, and
+    One is in our pile of sand.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+    Come and see! Oh, hurry, hurry!
+    For the Rabbit, kind and furry,
+    Has been here again and laid
+    Eggs in every nest we made!
+    Purple, orange, red, and blue,
+    Pink and green and yellow, too,
+    Like a bunch of finest flowers
+    Ever seen, and all are ours!
+    And oh, _look!_ What _do_ you think!
+    Here our names are in white ink,
+    All spelled nicely so we know
+    Just where every egg should go!
+    Is it not surprising, quite,
+    How well Easter Rabbits write?
+
+
+
+
+THE BIRDS' BATH
+
+
+    In our garden we have made
+      Such a pretty little pool,
+    Lined with pebbles neatly laid,
+      Filled with water clean and cool.
+
+    [Illustration: THE BIRDS' BATH]
+
+    When the sun shines warm and high
+      Robins cluster round its brink,
+    Never one comes flying by
+      But will flutter down to drink.
+
+    Then they splash and splash and splash,
+      Spattering little showers bright
+    All around, till off they flash
+      Singing sweetly their delight.
+
+
+
+
+NOVEMBER MORNING
+
+
+    A tingling, misty marvel
+      Blew hither in the night,
+    And now the little peach-trees
+      Are clasped in frozen light.
+
+    Upon the apple-branches
+      An icy film is caught,
+    With trailing threads of gossamer
+      In pearly patterns wrought.
+
+    The autumn sun, in wonder,
+      Is gayly peering through
+    This silver-tissued network
+      Across the frosty blue.
+
+    The weather-vane is fire-tipped,
+      The honeysuckle shows
+    A dazzling icy splendor,
+      And crystal is the rose.
+
+    Around the eaves are fringes
+      Of icicles that seem
+    To mock the summer rainbows
+      With many-colored gleam.
+
+    Along the walk, the pebbles
+      Are each a precious stone;
+    The grass is tasseled hoarfrost,
+      The clover jewel-sown.
+
+    Such sparkle, sparkle, sparkle
+      Fills all the frosty air,
+    Oh, can it be that darkness
+      Is ever anywhere!
+
+
+
+
+THE RUNAWAY
+
+
+    A frantic clatter of horses' feet!
+    A runaway's coming down the street!
+          Flurry, scurry,
+          Children, hurry!
+    Drop your playthings! Quick! don't wait!
+    Run and get within the gate!
+    Push the baby in the door,
+    Scramble in yourselves before
+          --_Whoa! Whoa!_
+          There they go!
+    Pell-mell rushing, snorting, quaking,
+    Wagon rumbling, harness breaking,
+    Frightened so they cannot know
+    Everybody's shrieking "_Whoa!_"
+          O my, don't cry!
+      Whiz, bang, they've galloped by!
+    No one hurt, but horses dashed
+    Round a post and wagon smashed!
+          Dear me! Dear me!
+      When a runaway we see,
+    Children, too, must run, oh, fast!
+    Run and hide as it goes past!
+
+
+
+
+LOST!
+
+
+    "Peep! Peep! Peep!" Poor little chick!
+      Little cry so weak and small,
+    Meadow grass so tall and thick,
+      And the clover tufts so tall!
+
+    Little heart in sore distress,
+      Longing for the mother wing;
+    Through the weedy wilderness
+      Searching for its sheltering!
+
+
+
+
+THE QUEEN'S PAGE
+
+
+    Once I was a little page
+      To a May-day queen,
+    And I wore a little coat
+      Made of Lincoln green.
+
+    Oh, the queen was beautiful!
+      And she had a bright
+    Crown of golden cuckoo-buds
+      And violets blue and white.
+
+    On the step beside her throne
+      I sat very still,
+    Ready, as a page should be,
+      To obey her will.
+
+    And before us little girls,
+      Each with garlands gay,
+    Round a May-pole danced and sang
+      Almost all the day.
+
+
+
+
+OUR TREE-TOAD
+
+
+    Grandfather says the tree-toad,
+      That to our yard has come,
+    Is just a little wee toad
+      No bigger than his thumb!
+
+    And that his coat's so queer it
+      Can turn from green to blue!
+    Whatever color's near it,
+      Why, that's its color, too!
+
+    And then Grandfather snickers
+      And says, "Would you suppose
+    He climbs with little stickers
+      On all his little toes?
+
+    "And don't you wish your toes now
+      Were fixed like his? For, see,
+    Right up the elm he goes now
+      And sticks tight to the tree!"
+
+    "But then," he says, "O dear me!
+      If all the little boys
+    Could _screech_ as loud, I fear me
+      There'd be a dreadful noise!"
+
+
+
+
+IN THE WATER-WORLD
+
+
+    Down among the water-weeds,
+      Darting through the grass,
+    Round about the tasseled reeds,
+      See the minnows pass!
+    See the little turtles there,
+      Hiding, half asleep,
+    Tucked in tangled mosses where
+      Tiny crayfish creep!
+
+    Watch the trailing grasses string
+      Strands of purple shells
+    That the lazy ripples ring,
+      Sweet as silver bells;
+    Watch the sunshine sift and drift
+      Down the eddy whirls,
+    Whence the laden whiteweeds lift
+      Loads of blossom pearls;
+
+    While the limpid shadows slip
+      Softly in between,
+    And the pussy-willows dip
+      Lightly in the green
+    Of the mocking trees that grow
+      Down the water-sky,
+    Flecked with fleecy clouds that blow
+      Where the reed-birds fly.
+
+    Oh, such marvels manifold
+      Fill the summer stream,
+    Such enticing things untold
+      Through the ripples gleam,
+    If you could a moment turn
+      Into what you wish,
+    Would it not be fun to be
+      Yonder little fish?
+
+
+
+
+WHO WAS IT?
+
+
+    Of course I've heard the moon's green cheese,
+    But will somebody tell me, please,
+    Who was it took so big a bite
+    There's scarcely any left to-night?
+
+
+
+
+VISITING DAY
+
+
+    I'll wear the striped skirt that trails,
+      And you the flowered one,
+    And we will take our parasols
+      And walk out in the sun.
+
+    We'll leave our dolly-carts at home,
+      For ladies, when they call,
+    Must not have children with them, no,
+      That would not do at all.
+
+    And I'll be "Mrs. Wilkinson,"
+      And you'll be "Mrs. Brown,"
+    And we will call and call and call
+      On every one in town!
+
+
+
+
+A VALENTINE TO CATHERINE
+
+
+    If you will be my True-Love,
+      I'll tell you what I'll do,
+    I'll ask a little bluebird
+      To sing a song to you.
+
+    When first you see a violet
+      And softly pricking through
+    The garden-bed come crocuses
+      And golden tulips, too,
+
+    Then watch! for he'll be coming,
+      The little bird of blue;
+    He'll sing, "I love you, Sweetheart,
+      It's true, true, true!"
+
+
+
+
+FIREFLIES
+
+
+    Look! Look down in the garden how
+    The firefly lights are flitting now!
+    A million tiny sparks I know
+    Flash through the pinks and golden-glow,
+    And I am very sure that all
+    Have come to light a fairy ball,
+    And if I could stay up I'd see
+    How gay the fairy folks can be!
+
+
+
+
+THE RAINY DAY
+
+
+    Let's sail all day, away, away
+      To the splendid Spanish Main
+    And the sultry seas of the Caribbees
+      And skies that never rain!
+
+    As pirates bold with bags of gold
+      And cutlasses and things,
+    We'll pack doubloons and silver spoons
+      In chests with iron rings.
+
+    And these we'll carry and secretly bury
+      In cannibal isles afar;
+    Like Captain Kidd, when they're safely hid
+      We won't tell where they are.
+
+    Let's sail all day, away, away
+      To the splendid Spanish Main
+    And the sultry seas of the Caribbees
+      --But at night sail home again!
+
+
+
+
+THE FIRST RED-BIRD
+
+
+    I heard a song at daybreak,
+      So honey-sweet and clear,
+    The essence of all joyous things
+      Seemed mingling in its cheer.
+
+    The frosty world about me
+      I searched with eager gaze,
+    But all was slumber-bound and wrapped
+      In violet-tinted haze.
+
+    Then suddenly a sunbeam
+      Shot slanting o'er the hill,
+    And once again from out the sky
+      I heard that honied trill.
+
+    And there upon a poplar,
+      Poised at its topmost height,
+    I saw a little singer clad
+      In scarlet plumage bright.
+
+    The poplar branches quivered,
+      By dawn winds lightly blown,
+    And like a breeze-swept poppy-flower
+      The red-bird rocked and shone.
+
+    The blue sky, and his feathers
+      Flashed o'er by golden light,
+    Oh, all my heart with rapture thrilled,
+      It was so sweet a sight!
+
+
+
+
+THE WEATHER-VANE
+
+
+    Turn, turn, when pelting rain
+    Rushes down the window-pane;
+    Turn, turn, and turn again
+    When the sun shines, weather-vane!
+
+      Fie! Fie! to always be
+      Emblem of uncertainty!
+      Followed by the restless sea,
+    Changeful moons may wax and wane,
+      Yet the moons and sea-tides, too,
+      Constant are compared to you!
+    Fickle still you must remain
+    Long as winds blow, weather-vane!
+
+
+
+
+THE SWAN
+
+
+    Stately swan, so proud and white
+    Glistening in the morning light,
+    Come and tell me is it true
+    That a snow-white swan like you,
+    Guided by bright golden chains
+    In his beak for bridle reins,
+    Once upon a time from far
+    Fabled lands where fairies are
+    Brought a magic boat wherein
+    Rode the brave knight Lohengrin?
+
+    Stately swan, so proud and white
+    Glistening in the morning light,
+    If you only wore a gold
+    Harness, like that swan of old,
+    And if trailing in your wake
+    Sailing on the silver lake
+    Was a boat of magic and
+    You could float to fairy-land,
+    Then I'd jump in and begin
+    Traveling like Lohengrin!
+
+
+
+
+BABY'S BAKING
+
+
+    So, so, spade and hoe,
+      Little pile of sand;
+    See it turning into dough
+      In the baby's hand!
+
+    Little pie with crimpy crust,
+      Set it in the sun;
+    Sugar it with powdered dust,
+      And bake it till it's done.
+
+
+
+
+A SURE SIGN
+
+
+    When you see upon the walk
+    Circles newly made of chalk,
+    And around them all the day
+    Little boys in eager play
+    Rolling marbles, agates fine,
+    Banded, polished, red as wine,
+    Marbles crystal as the dew,
+    Each with rainbows twisted through,
+    Marbles gay in painted clay,
+    Flashing, twinkling in your way,
+    When the walk has blossomed so,
+    Surely every one must know
+    None need wonder who has heard
+    Robin, wren, or Peter-bird;
+    Sure the sign as song or wing,
+          It is spring!
+
+
+
+
+ANOTHER SURE SIGN
+
+
+    When pink-cheeked on every hand
+    Little girls are seen to stand
+    Turning skipping ropes,--_swish-swash!_--
+    While their laughing playmates run
+    Jumping over,--oh, what fun!--
+      _Swish-swash! Swish-swash!_
+    Two and two now, see them dash!
+      _One, two, one, two,_
+    Round they scamper, safely through,
+    _Swish-swash!_ such merry skipping,
+    _One, two,_--some one is tripping!
+    Ah, she's out now and must pay
+    Turning rope while others play!
+    See the bobbing golden curls,
+    Little skirts in rhythmic swirls
+    Rising, falling, to the beat
+    Of the little skipping feet!
+    When these pretty sights appear,
+    It is surely very clear
+            April's here!
+
+
+
+
+THE ROBIN'S BATH
+
+
+    A flash and flicker of dripping wings,
+      A wet red breast that glows
+    Bright as the newly opened bud
+      The first red poppy shows,
+    A sparkle of flying rainbow drops,
+      A glint of golden sun
+    On ruffled feathers, a snatch of song,
+      And the robin's bath is done.
+
+
+
+
+THE FROSTED PANE
+
+
+        When I wakened, very early,
+        All my window-pane was pearly
+    With a sparkling little picture traced in lines of shining white;
+        Some magician with a gleaming
+        Frosty brush, while I was dreaming,
+    Must have come and by the starlight worked through all the quiet night.
+
+        He had painted frosty people,
+        And a frosty church and steeple,
+    And a frosty bridge and river tumbling over frosty rocks;
+        Frosty mountain peaks that glimmered,
+        And fine frosty ferns that shimmered,
+    And a frosty little pasture full of frosty little flocks.
+
+        It was all touched in so lightly
+        And it glittered, oh, so whitely,
+    That I gazed and gazed in wonder at the lovely painted pane;
+        Then the sun rose high and higher
+        With his wand of golden fire
+    Till, alas, my picture vanished and I looked for it in vain!
+
+
+
+
+THE FIRST SNOW
+
+
+    The snow! the snow! Whoop! Hooray! Ho! Ho!
+    Plunge in the deep drifts and toss it up so!
+      Rollick and roll in the feathery fleece
+      Plucked out of the breasts of the marvelous geese
+    By the little old woman who lives in the sky;
+    Have ever you seen her? No, neither have I!
+
+
+
+
+GRANDFATHER KNOWS
+
+
+    Grandfather says of all things
+      The silliest he's heard
+    Is that some children call things
+      They've never seen, "absurd!"
+    And have their doubts of true things,
+      And won't believe, because
+    They say, "If you but knew things,
+      There _is_ no Santa Claus!"
+
+    Grandfather says he _knows_ him,
+      And sees him every year,
+    And Santa often shows him
+      The playthings he brings here;
+    He says, too, Santa told him
+      If any girls and boys
+    Laugh at and won't uphold him,
+      They'll not get any toys!
+
+
+
+
+SLEIGH-BELLS
+
+
+    Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle!
+      Happy winter-time!
+    Baby's eyes a-twinkle,
+      Hear the sleigh-bells chime!
+
+    Each one rings a merry
+      Ting-a-ling-a-ling!
+    For a sleigh-bell fairy
+      Hides inside to sing.
+
+    See them quake and quiver,
+      Up and downward tossed,
+    Seems as if they shiver
+      In the nipping frost!
+
+    Shiver into laughter,
+      Jolly little elves!
+    Till we laugh thereafter,
+      Merry as themselves!
+
+
+
+
+THE RED-BIRD
+
+
+    Swept lightly by the south wind
+      The elm-leaves softly stirred,
+    And in their pale green clusters
+      There straightway bloomed a bird!
+
+    His glossy feathers glistened
+      With dyes as richly red
+    As any tulip flaming
+      From out the garden bed.
+
+    But ah, unlike the tulips,
+      In joyous strain, ere long,
+    This red-bird flower unfolded
+      A heart of golden song!
+
+
+
+
+WILD BEASTS
+
+
+    I will be a lion
+      And you shall be a bear,
+    And each of us will have a den
+      Beneath a nursery chair;
+    And you must growl and growl and growl,
+      And I will roar and roar,
+    And then--why, then--you'll growl again,
+      And I will roar some more!
+
+
+
+
+WHEREFORE WINGS?
+
+
+    Heigho, sparrow! Reckless of the rain;
+      When chill the cheerless wind grows,
+    Chirping might and main!
+      Is it naught, then, when the rose
+                Blows again?
+
+    Beating, sleeting on your draggled coat!
+      Surely, 'tis enough to drown
+    Any happy note
+      Nestling in that downy brown
+                Little throat.
+
+    Ah me, sparrow! Had I but your power,
+      Think you in the freezing sleet
+    I would waste an hour?
+      --I'd sing my sweetest to a sweet
+                Orange flower!
+
+
+
+
+BASKING
+
+
+    Frosty winter chased away
+      By the blessed sun,
+    Down upon the garden walks
+      Basking has begun.
+
+    Oh, the happy, happy heat!
+      How the pulses stir,
+    How it warms the hearts beneath
+      Little coats of fur!
+
+    Oh, the happy pussy-cats!
+      Days to doze and doze,
+    And what pleasant dreams they dream
+      Only pussy knows.
+
+
+
+
+WITH A MAY-BASKET FOR BABY AGNES
+
+
+              Peach-buds to meet thee,
+              Robins to greet thee,
+    Hey, little Sweetheart! and May morning, hey!
+              Sunbeam and sing time,
+              Bluebird and wing time,
+    This time is kiss time for sweethearts, I say!
+
+              Dearest, God bless thee,
+              Fold and caress thee,
+    Unto thy cradle may good fairies fly!
+              Fortune be fair for thee,
+              This is my prayer for thee,
+    Lullaby, little one, hush-a-by-bye!
+
+              So for a love now
+              Token thereof now,
+    Sweet, see this tiny May-basket I bring;
+              Posies to play with,
+              Pinks to be gay with,
+    Dear little baby of sunshine and spring!
+
+
+
+
+THE LITTLE NEST
+
+
+    A little picture haunts me;
+      It comes and comes again;
+    It is a tiny bird's-nest,
+      All ragged from the rain.
+
+    It clings within a birch-tree
+      Upon the moorland's edge,
+    Between the barren branches,
+      Above the swaying sedge.
+
+    The sky is gray behind it,
+      And when the north winds blow,
+    The birch-tree bends and shivers,
+      And tosses to and fro.
+
+    I wonder, does it haunt them,
+      The birds that flew away?
+    And will they come to seek it,
+      Some sunny summer day?
+
+    I wonder, does some redbreast
+      Upon an orange-bough,
+    Still picture it as plainly
+      As I can see it now?
+
+    Ah me! I would forget it,
+      Yet still, with sense of pain,
+    I see this little bird's-nest
+      Within the driving rain.
+
+
+
+
+CHRISTMAS CANDLES
+
+
+    When the Christ-child comes again
+      Softly down the street to-night,
+    Twinkling through the window pane
+      Let our candles shed their light.
+
+    Though the clouds are dark above
+      And the golden stars are dim,
+    We can tell Him of our love
+      If we set a light for Him.
+
+    Oh, the blessed Christ-child dear,
+      In His robe of shining white,
+    Let our candles give Him cheer
+      As He passes by to-night!
+
+
+
+
+A SONG OF THE CHRISTMAS-TREE
+
+[Illustration: CHRISTMAS CANDLES]
+
+    We can tell Him of our love
+      If we set a light for Him.
+
+
+    Hurrah! Hurrah! for the Christmas-tree
+    With its glory and glitter and mystery!
+    Its twinkling candles that bud and bloom
+    Like strange bright flowers in the darkened room,
+    Its glistening gold and silver balls,
+    Its candy canes and its blue-eyed dolls,
+    The sugary fruits it bears,--for oh,
+    Where else do such wonderful sweetmeats grow?--
+    Its tasseled horns and its pop-corn strings
+    And all its myriad marvelous things!
+                O-ho! and ah-ha!
+                  And a hip hurrah!
+    For our dear and beautiful tree, because
+    It grew in the gardens of Santa Claus
+
+    And he brought it here in his reindeer sleigh
+    From ever and ever so far away!
+      _So, children, come, let us make a ring
+      And all clasp hands as we dance and sing
+      To the blessed tree and the blessed night
+      When the Christ-child walks in the candles' light!_
+
+    Hurrah! Hurrah! for the Christmas-tree
+    That Santa Claus brought to you and me!
+    He cut it down with a silver axe--
+    There's a tree in each of his million packs!--
+    And carried it safely over the snow
+    And down our chimney and here, you know;
+    Its golden cobwebs that glint and gleam
+    He took from a lovely Christmas dream
+    And tangled them over it till, behold,
+    It shines like the fabled Fleece of Gold!
+
+                Oh, Santa Claus, here's
+                  A thrice three cheers
+    For garlands green and berries of red,
+    And mistletoe clustering overhead,
+    For the joy of our Christmas festival!
+    But our beautiful tree, it is best of all!
+      _And circling still in a merry ring
+      We'll still clasp hands as we dance and sing
+      To the blessed tree and the blessed night
+      When the Christ-child walks in the candles' light!_
+
+    Hurrah! Hurrah! for the Christmas-tree!
+    And look, O look to its tip and see
+    The feathery slim fir leaves and where,
+    In the topmost boughs, is the image fair
+    Of the Christ-child nestling amid the green
+    And the little brown cones that peep between!
+
+    And high above Him glittering bright
+    A gold star sparkles with golden light,
+    And we children think, as we gaze on them,
+    Of the wonderful Star of Bethlehem,
+                Of the lovely Star
+                  And the Kings who far,
+    Oh, far, came seeking a Babe and brought
+    Their love and worship to Him they sought,
+    And made Him gifts, as the gifts we make
+    With loving hearts for that Baby's sake.
+      _Oh, come, come all, and join the ring!
+      Let all clasp hands as we dance and sing
+      To the blessed tree and the blessed night
+      When the Christ-child walks in the candles' light!_
+
+
+
+
+OUR KITTENS
+
+
+    Our kittens have the softest fur,
+    And the sweetest little purr,
+    And such little velvet paws
+    With such cunning little claws,
+    And blue eyes, just like the sky!
+    (_Must_ they turn green, by and by?)
+    Two are striped like tigers, three
+    Are as black as black can be,
+    And they run so fast and play
+    With their tails, and are so gay,
+    Is it not a pity that
+    Each must grow into a cat?
+
+
+
+
+IN JULY
+
+
+    Let us find a shady wady
+      Pretty little brook;
+    Let us have some candy handy,
+      And a picture-book.
+
+    There all day we'll stay and play and
+      Never mind the heat,
+    While the water gleaming, streaming,
+      Ripples round our feet.
+
+    And we'll gather curly pearly
+      Mussel-shells while bright
+    Frightened minnows darting, parting,
+      Scurry out of sight.
+
+    What if, what if,--heigho! my oh!--
+      All the "ifs" were true,
+    And the little fishes wishes,
+      Now, what would you do?
+
+
+
+
+A VALENTINE TO A LITTLE CHILD
+
+
+    Dear heart, on this thrice-blessed day,
+      An thou my sweetheart be,
+    The rose of love shall bide alway
+      Upon the red-rose tree.
+
+    And in the garden of my heart
+      So ceaselessly shall shine,
+    The little birds will know thou art
+      Mine own true Valentine.
+
+    And I will bid them wing and sing
+      To all good winds that blow,
+    That to thy little feet they bring
+      All blessings, even so.
+
+    And o'er thy cradle I will coax,
+      By every lucky charm,
+    The friendship of the fairy folks
+      To fold thee from all harm.
+
+    So may they hover round thy head
+      And gently thereupon,
+    As doth the April sunshine, shed
+      Most gracious benison.
+
+    And all fair gifts that Fortune hath,
+      I'll pray she promise these,
+    And that she loose about thy path
+      All sweet influences.
+
+    Then here's a kiss! and there's a kiss!
+      And kisses, one, two, three!
+    I seal them in the folds of this,
+      And speed them unto thee!
+
+
+
+
+ZIP!
+
+
+    When we went to drive the cows home
+      Down the lane to-day,
+    There was such a funny bunny
+      Jumped across the way!
+
+    All we saw as he ran past us,
+      Faster than a quail,
+    Was his snow-white fuzzy-wuzzy
+      Little cotton tail!
+
+
+
+
+A LITTLE CAROL
+
+
+    Welcome, little Brother!
+      Lowly, holy One!
+    Hail thee, Virgin Mother,
+    More than any other
+      Blessed in thy Son!
+
+    Child, since the poor manger
+      Once thou didst not scorn,
+    Rest thee, little Stranger,
+    Folded from all danger,
+      In our hearts new-born!
+
+    Nestle thus, we pray thee,
+      In our love's caress;
+    Fain we are to pay thee
+    Worship, and obey thee,
+      Babe, and Prince no less!
+
+
+
+
+SONG
+
+
+    Honey-dew drippity-drops for a feast,
+    Dreams of delight when the feasting has ceased,
+                Poppy and rose,
+                Drain them and doze;
+    This is a song that the butterfly knows.
+
+
+
+
+THE THREE CANDLES
+
+
+    When the Christmas-tide drew nigh,
+    On a shelf three candles bright,
+    Two were red and one was white,
+    Waited for who came to buy.
+
+    Said the first one, "I shall be
+    Chosen for a Christmas-tree!"
+    Said the second, "I shall light
+    Christ Jesus on His way to-night!"
+    Then the third one sighed, "Ah me,
+    I know not what my lot will be!"
+
+    When the dark fell, bright and gay
+    The first candle burned away,
+    Red as all the berries red
+    On the holly overhead,
+    While the children in their glee
+    Danced around the Christmas-tree.
+
+    And the second, twinkling bright,
+    Poured forth all its golden light
+    Through a window decked with green
+    Garlands and red ribbons' sheen,
+    So the Christ-child when He came
+    Might be guided by its flame.
+
+    But the third one in the gloom
+    Of a bare and cheerless room
+    Softly burned where long had lain
+    A poor little child in pain,
+    And the baby in its bed
+    By the light was comforted.
+
+    When the Christ-child passed that night
+    All three candles gave Him light,
+    But the brightest was the spark
+    By the baby in the dark.
+
+
+THE END
+
+
+
+
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