PART FIRST. A I. THE BOOK. BOOK for me! a book for me! That is the present I love to see! For common things I do not careSomething to eat or something to wearThat is, I like them, but not for a present, But oh! a nice book is always pleasant! In winter 'tis good, by the evening light, Or in summer, when leaves are whispering sweet, Where the hummingbird hides himself in the bell Seem to speak my own thoughts as I read the words. And oh! I do have such pleasant dreams, I can see the fairies and hear them talk, II. SPRING VOICES. YAW, caw!" says the crow, CAW Spring has come again, I know; For, as sure as I am born, There's a farmer planting corn. "Quack, quack!" says the duck, Just as Goodman Drake and I Its smooth surface wished to try." III. H CRADLE HYMN. USH, my dear, lie still and slumber; Heavenly blessings without number Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment, Soft and easy is thy cradle; Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, Blessed babe! what glorious features, Was there nothing but a manger, Soft, my child, I did not chide thee, Though my song might sound too hard; 'Tis thy mother sits beside thee, And her arms shall be thy guard. |