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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Child Songs of Cheer + +Author: Evaleen Stein + +Illustrator: Antoinette Inglis + +Release Date: September 27, 2006 [EBook #19389] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CHILD SONGS OF CHEER *** + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Sankar Viswanathan, and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<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> </p> +<p> </p> +<div class="center"><img src="images/image_05.jpg" alt="Front_page" width="400" height="653" /></div> + +<p> </p> + +<h1>CHILD SONGS OF CHEER</h1> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + +<h3>BY</h3> +<p> </p> +<h2>EVALEEN STEIN</h2> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + + +<h3>ILLUSTRATIONS BY</h3> +<h2>ANTOINETTE INGLIS</h2> +<p> </p> +<div class="center"><img src="images/image_06.jpg" alt="Seal" width="400" height="270" /></div> +<p> </p> +<h3>BOSTON</h3> +<h3>LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO. </h3> + +<h3>Published, August, 1918</h3> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Copyright, 1918,</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">by Lothrop, Lee & 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>! </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,—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">—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,—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,—<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,—<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—<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">—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—<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—<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—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!—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—<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—last year a thrush<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Built a nest there—let me see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Two are by the apple-tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the clover—that makes three—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One beside the playhouse door,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">—Three plus one, that must be four—<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span><span class="i0">Two are in the tulip-bed—<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">—<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">—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,—<i>swish-swash!</i>—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While their laughing playmates run<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Jumping over,—oh, what fun!—<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>—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—why, then—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">—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,—for oh,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where else do such wonderful sweetmeats grow?—<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—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There's a tree in each of his million packs!—<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,—heigho! my oh!—<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%;" /> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Child Songs of Cheer + +Author: Evaleen Stein + +Illustrator: Antoinette Inglis + +Release Date: September 27, 2006 [EBook #19389] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CHILD SONGS OF CHEER *** + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Sankar Viswanathan, and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + + + [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 + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Child Songs of Cheer, by Evaleen Stein + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CHILD SONGS OF CHEER *** + +***** This file should be named 19389.txt or 19389.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/1/9/3/8/19389/ + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Sankar Viswanathan, and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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