LIBERTY. And creeping slowly through a hole, The feast begins-they nibble game, "What do you think of this gay life?" Asks Brown, amid the clatter. "It is first-rate," says country rat, There's no compare-Dear me! what's that?" 105 For at that door sounds "Bow, wow, wow!" You should see how they scamper now; Over goes dish, and glass, and fork, Over rolls grape and bone; Would move a heart of stone. Though safely hidden now, he turns, "Stop!" cried his friend, "don't go for this; "I'd rather lead a quiet life In my poor rick of hay, Than share your feasts in constant fear; My dear town rat, good day." OUR FATHER IN HEAVEN. OUR Father in Heaven: We kneel as we say, As humbly we plead. And as true forgiveness To others we show, Thy pardon bestow ! From each day's temptation, POLLY'S DOLLY. SHINING eyes, very blue, Opened very wide; Yellow curls, very stiff, Hanging side by side; Chubby cheeks, very pink ; Lips red as holly; No ears, and only thumbsThat's Polly's dolly! Merry eyes, very round; Sending forth a song ; "Dolly! I make all your clothes Don't I make them neatly? And to you I sing my song— Don't I sing it sweetly? I gave you a pinafore. With many ribbons gay; And I sing and talk to you, Till darkness hides the day. "Yet you never thank me, Doll- But you are like a mouse- For pretty bran-new house! "To be sure, you never cry And leave you in your place "You shall teach me, Dolly dear, Not to cry or pout, If any one is cross to me, And no one takes me out. I wish that I could teach you, Doll, All prettily to say "Thank you!' when I sing to you, And give you ribbons gay." REA. |