Just put your hand upon its back, Child's Book of Poetry. WHAT WOULD PUSS SAY? "What would our pussy say, If she could only talk?" And scamper round the walk; All cuddled up so snug. When hungry, she would come If she was left alone; SUM OF THE COMMANDMENTS. With all thy soul love God above, RUN AND PLAY. There, run away, you little things, John, you and Mary roll your hoops, And Ann with Charlotte run a race, The sweet, fresh air so softly blows, For little boys and girls may sing, SATURDAY NIGHT. How pleasant is Saturday night, When I've tried all the week to be good, Not spoken a word that was bad, And obliged every one that I could. To-morrow the sweet Sabbath comes, Which our merciful Father hath given, That we may have rest from our work, And prepare for the Sabbath of heaven. From "My Little Hymn-Book." THE ORPHAN NOSEGAY-GIRL. "A nosegay-who'll buy?" cried a sweet little child, An orphan left friendless and poor; "I've roses and pinks, and sweet-brier wild, And heaven will bless you thrice o'er. Then pray buy my roses, indeed they're not dear; Each bud shall be moistened with gratitude's tear. "Oh pray buy my roses-for hard is my fate, My poor little sisters want bread; Bestow but a mite, before 't is too late; Our parents to heaven are fled. Then pray buy my roses, indeed they're not dear; Each bud shall be moistened with gratitude's tear. THE LAMB'S LULLABY. The pretty little lambs that lie While I, a happy little maid, Bid dear papa good-night; And then some pretty hymn Ann sings But the young helpless lambs, poor things, Haste, kind mamma, and call them here, For in the chilly fields, I fear, MOTHER. The lambs sleep in the fields, 't is true, Without a lullaby; And yet they are as warm as you They choose some dry and grassy spot, To other songs they listen not His lambs he gathers in his arms, How blest, how safe from all alarms, Oh, if you'll be his gentle child, Mary Lundie Duncan. |