But when we shouted at the scene, We ask'd him why he wept, mother, "Ah me!" he said, while tears ran down As fast as summer showers, "It is because I cannot see The sunshine and the flowers." Oh! that poor, sightless boy, mother, And when I see the dancing stream, ELIZA COOK. BIRDIE, birdie, quickly come! Birdie, sing a song to me, Oh! so still, you shall not hear me ; Fear not, birdie, to come near me. Tell me, in your pleasant song, What you're doing all day long: How you pass the rainy days- Or just fly from tree to tree, Or in pleasant summer hours, ELIZA LEE FOLLEN. PUSS, "COME, my pretty pussy, And sit upon my knee, I will give you buns so sweet, And a cup of tea!" "Thank you, ma'am!" said pussy, In her dress of silk, "I don't care for buns and tea, I'd rather have some milk." INFANT'S MAGAZINE. A GOOD-NIGHT SONG. To bed, to bed, my curly head, Then for a walk, and a pleasant talk, And then to bed, to rest the head, Without a shade of sorrow. ANON. THE CHILDREN'S HOUR. BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, I hear in the chamber above me The sound of a door that is open'd, From my study I see, in the lamplight, A whisper, and then a silence; A sudden rush from the stairway, A sudden raid from the hall, By three doors left unguarded, They enter my castle wall! They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape they surround me; They seem to be everywhere. |