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But when we shouted at the scene,
And hail'd the clear blue sky,
And breathed a long, long sigh.
We ask'd him why he wept, mother,
Whene'er we found the spots Where periwinkles crept, mother, O'er wild forget-me-nots.
!” 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,
He taught me that I'm blest;
On all I love the best.
And daisies red and white,
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,
ELIZA LEE FOLLEN,
“ COME, my pretty pussy,
And sit upon my knee,
And a cup of tea !"
ma'am!” said pussy, In her dress of silk, “I don't care for buns and tea,
I'd rather have some milk."
To bed, to bed, my curly head,
To bed, and sleep so sweetly; Merry and bright with the morning light,
Be up and dress'd so neatly.
Then for a walk, and a pleasant talk,
About the birds and flowers ; And all the day, in work and play,
We'll pass the happy hours.
And then to bed, to rest the head,
And sleep until the morrow; May every day thus glide away,
Without a shade of sorrow.
ANON. THE CHILDREN'S HOUR.
BETWEEN the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations,
That is known as the children's hour.
I hear in the chamber above me
The patter of little feet,
And voices soft and sweet.
From my study I see, in the lamplight,
Descending the broad ball-stair, Grave Alice and laughing Allegra,
And Edith with golden hair. A whisper, and then a silence;
Yet I know by their merry eyes
To take me by surprise.
A sudden raid from the ball,
They enter my castle wall ! They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of
my If I try to escape they surround me;
They seem to be everywhere.