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ILLUSTRATED POETRY BOOK.
They almost devour me with kisses,
Their arms about me entwine,
In his Mouse Tower on the Rhine!
Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,
Because you have scaled the wall, Such an old moustache as I am
Is not a match for you all ?
I have you fast in my fortress
And will not let you depart,
In the round-tower of my heart.
And there I will keep you for ever,
Yes, for ever and a day,
“What is this pretty little thing, That nurse so carefully doth bring, And round its head a blanket fling?
“Oh dear, how very soft its cheek; Why nurse, I cannot make it speak, And it can't walk, it is so weak.
“Why, you were once a baby too, And could not jump as now you do, But good mamma took care of you,
" And then she taught your little feet
To pat along the carpet neat,
“O, dear mamma, to take such care, And no kind pains and trouble spare To feed and nurse you when you were
Two Robin Redbreasts built their nests
Within a hollow tree;
The cock sang merrily;
“ Wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee."
One day (the sun was warm and bright,
And shining in the sky)
'Tis time you learn to fly;
I know a child, and who she is
I'll tell you by-and-by, When mamma says, “ Do this," or " that," She says,
6 What for ? and “Why ?” She'd be a better child by far If she would say, "I'll try."
AUNT EFFIE'S RHYMES.
GOING TO BED.
I now lay my little head,
Cannot come too nigh my bed.
Have not anywhere to go ;
Such as I did never know.
Dear mamma, I'll thank you oft
For this comfortable bed,
To the God that dwells above;
And for all His tender love.
Baby, baby, lay your head