INDEX OF FIRST LINES. PAGE A bird built her nest in a fair green tree 202 A nightingale that all day long 175 A poor boy went by with his raiment all torn 61 Arise, my maiden, Mabel 178 Around the throne of God in heaven 134 Come hither, little Christian Come, let us all, with heart and voice Come, messmates! 'tis time to hoist our sail Come, see how fast the weather clears Come ye into the summer woods 258 55 190 312 Come, little flock, 'tis time to leave the mountain 88 70 297 109 "Dear Mary," said the poor blind boy. Did I this morn devoutly pray Deep embowered in mossy dells Don't hurt the poor old cat Do see that poor ass, how he hobbles along Page 194 199 147 44 32 Earth, with her ten thousand flowers 280 78 Father, Thou hast heard my prayer 33 137 115 From Greenland's icy mountains 209 From His high throne above the sky 34 Get up, little sister, the morning is bright God is in heaven! can He hear? 112 19 66 295 17 127 God might have bade the earth bring forth 99 Good night, my dear Mother; dear Mother, good night 303 Good night, Sir Rook, said a little Lark 189 Happy the child whose youngest years 100 Hark! ye neighbours, and hear me tell 241 208 Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere Hug me closer, closer, mother 210 46 202 268 -the sun shines out so bright 58 Page I hear thee speak of the better land I am a little sailor-boy I am coming, I am coming I cannot make him dead I come when the cold, drifting snow I have a little sister here-a very little one I knew a little sickly child 253 75 125 259 141 128 113 151 51 269 I knew a widow, very poor I know, when I lie down to sleep 104 149 I'll never hurt my little dog I love little pussy, her coat is so warm I must not tease my mother I thank the goodness and the grace It happened on a cloudy morn I think I should like to have been at the place 76 37 270 310 I think, when I read that sweet story of old 33 It is a pleasant thing 158 It is summer! it is summer! how beautiful it looks I'll not come and be dressed! I'll not come and be taught 236 Let children that would fear the Lord Let dogs delight to bark and bite Let them sing of bright red gold 80 74 309 121 Page Little bird, little bird, come to me Little brother, darling boy Little children love each other Mamma, let's go and see the lambs 30 My dearest baby, go to sleep "Mamma, my head," poor William said Mother, mother, the winds are at play 81 238 238 25 My fairest child, I have no song to give you 101. 294 Nay, speak no ill! a kindly word 151 "No one will see me," said little John Day 307 O gentle, gentle summer rain 307 Oh! for the noble mind 117 Oh that mine eye might closed be 118 Oh! the old, old clock, of the household stock Should you wish to be told the best use of a penny Since I am a little child Sing for the oak-tree Small beginnings we should not despise Some poor little ignorant children delight Soon shall the evening star, with silver ray Suppose I were lost in a desolate land Page 101 53 51 157 285 274 154 41 69 153 301 302 Tell me, oh mother! when I grow old The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink The mother looked pale, and her face was sad |