ILLUSTRATED POETRY BOOK. They almost devour me with kisses, Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen In his Mouse Tower on the Rhine! Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti, I have you fast in my fortress And there I will keep you for ever, Till the walls shall crumble and ruin, LONGFELLOW D 33 BABY. "WHAT is this pretty little thing, "Oh dear, how very soft its cheek; Why nurse, I cannot make it speak, And it can't walk, it is so weak. A baby!" "Why, you were once a baby too, "And then she taught your little feet "O, dear mamma, to take such care, And no kind pains and trouble spare To feed and nurse you when you were A baby." TAYLOR. Two Robin Redbreasts built their nests Within a hollow tree; The hen sat quietly at home, The cock sang merrily; And all the little young ones said, One day (the sun was warm and bright, And shining in the sky) Cock-robin said, "My little dears, 'Tis time you learn to fly;" And all the little young ones said, "I'll try, I'll try, I'll try." I know a child, and who she is When mamma says, "Do this," or 66 that," She says, "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. Down upon my pillow warm, And the wind, and rain, and storm Many little children poor Have not anywhere to go; And sad hardships they endure, Such as I did never know. Dear mamma, I'll thank you oft For this comfortable bed, And this pretty pillow soft, And I'll lift my heart in prayer To the God that dwells above; Thank Him for His watchful care, And for all His tender love. ANON. BABY, baby, lay your head Yes, my darling, well I know |