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LAND FIELD. 1892, BY MARY FRENCH FIELD.
1893 AND 1894, BY EUGENE FIELD.
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Preface^
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*There is a sort of a garden
or rather an estate, of 'park
and fallow and waste nay,
perhaps we may call it a kingdom^ albeit a
noman s-land and an every man's land which
lies so close to the frontier of our work-a-day
world that a step will take us therein. Indeed^
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PREFACE
some will have it that we are there all the time,
that it is the real fourth dimension, and that at
any moment if we did but know the trick we
might find ourselves trotting along its pleasant
alleys, without once quitting our arm-chair.
Nonsense-Land is one of the names painted up
on the board at the frontier-station ; and there
the custom-house officers are very strict. Tou
may take as much tobacco as you please, any
quantity of spirits, and fripperies of every sort,
new and old; but all common-sense, all logic,
all serious argument, must strictly be declared,
and is promptly confiscated. Once safely across
the border, it is with no surprise at all that
you greet the Lead Soldier strutting somewhat
stiffly to meet you, the Dog with eyes as big as
mill-wheels following affably at his heel ; on
the banks of the streams little Johnny -he ad-in-
air is perpetually being hauled out of the water;
while the plaintive voice of the Gryphon is
borne inland from the margin of the sea.
Most people, at one time or another, have
travelled in this delectable country, if only in
young and irresponsible days. Certain un-
fortunates, unequipped by nature for a voyage
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in such latitudes, have never visited it at all,
and assuredly never will. A happy few never
quit it entirely at any time. Domiciled in that
pleasant atmosphere, they peep into the world of
facts but fitfully, at moments ; and decline to
sacrifice their high privilege of citizenship at
any summons to a low conformity.
Of this fortunate band was Eugene Field.
He knew the country thoroughly, its highways
and its byways alike. Its language was the
one he was fondest of talking ; and he always
refused to emigrate and to settle down anywhere
else. As soon as he set himself to narrate the
goings-on there, those of us who had been
tourists in bygone days, but had lost our
return-tickets, pricked up our ears, and listened,
and remembered, and knew. The Dinkey-Bird,
we recollected at once, had been singing, the day
we left, in the amf alula-tree ; and there, of
course, he must have been singing ever since,
only we had forgotten the way to listen.
Eugene Field gently reminded us, and the
Dinkey-Bird was vocal once more, to be silent
never again. Shut-Eye Train had been starting
every night with the utmost punctuality ; it was
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we who had long ago lost our way to the
booking-office (I really do not know the
American for booking-office}. Now we can
hurry up the platform whenever we please, and
hear the doors slam and the whistle toot as we
sink back on those first-class cushions / And
the Chocolate Cat, why, of course the cats
were all chocolate then ! And how pleasantly
brittle their tails were, and how swiftly, though
culled and sucked each day, they sprouted afresh I
It is an engaging theory, that we are all of
us just as well informed as the great philo-
sophers, poets, wits, who are getting all the
glory ; only unfortunately our memories are not
equally good we forget, we forget so terribly I
Those belauded gentlemen, termed by our fathers
"makers" creators, to wit they are only
reminders after all : flappers, Gulliver would
have called them. 'The parched peas in their
gaily-painted bladders rattle with reminiscences
as they flap us on the ears ; and at once we
recall what we are rightly abashed beyond
measure to have for one instant forgotten. At
any rate, it is only when the writer comes
along who strikes a new clear note, who does a
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thing both true and fresh, that we say to our-
selves, not only " How I wish I had done that
myself ! " but also "And I would have done
it, too if only I had remembered it in time! '
Perhaps this is one of the tests of originality.
Of course I am touching upon but one side of
Eugene Field the writer. An American of
Americans, much of his verse was devoted to
the celebration of what we may call the minor
joys which go to make social happiness in the
life he lived with so frank and rounded a com-
pletion a celebration which appealed to his
countrymen no less keenly, that the joys were of
a sort which, perhaps from some false sense of
what makes fitness in subject, had hitherto
lacked their poet on that side at least. 'This,
of course, was the fault of the poets. And
though I spoke just now of minor joys, there
are really no such things as minor joys or
minor thrushes and blackbirds. Fortunately
this other aspect does not need to be considered
here. I say fortunately, because it is not
given to a writer to know more than one
Land to know it intimately, that is to say, so
as to dare to write about it. 'This is the Law
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and the Prophets. Even that most native
utterance, which sings of "the clink of the ice
in the pitcher that the boy brings up the hall"
appeals to us but faintly r , at second-hand. That
pitcher does not clink in England.
In this spheral existence all straight lines,
sufficiently prolonged, prove to be circles : and
a line of thought is no exception. We are
back at the point we started from the con-
sideration of Eugene Field as a citizen; of a
sort of a cloud-country, to start with; and
later, of a land more elemental. In either
capacity we find the same note, of the joy of life.
We find the same honest resolve, to accept the
rules and to play out the game accordingly ; the
same conviction, that the game is in itself a
good one, well worth the playing. And so,
with no misgiving, he takes his America with
just the same heartiness as his Nonsense-
land.
The little boy who should by rights have
been lost in the forest, by the white pebbles he
had warily dropped found his way back safely
to sunlight and to home ; and to keep in touch
with earth is at least to ensure progression in
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temperate and sweet-breathed atmosphere^ as
well as in a certain zone, and that no narrow
one, of appreciation ; the appreciation of our
fellows, the world over ; those who, whatever
their hemisphere, daily find themselves pricked
by a common sun, with the same stimulus for
every cuticle^ towards pleasures surprisingly
similar.
KENNETH G RAH A ME,
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CONTENTS.
From Lo
of Child
The Rock-a-By Lady
Garden and Cradle
The Night Wind
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CONTENTS
TJie Dinkey-Bird
So y so, Rock-aby 80!
The Duel
Good- Children Street
The Bottle Tree
Lady Button-Eyes
The Ride to Bumpville
Shuffle- Slio on and Amber-Locks
The Shut-Eye Train
Little- Oli-Dear
The Fly- Away Horse
" Fiddle-Dee-tiee"
Page 44
47
53
59
65
71
79
85
91
99
105
113
Trumpet and D run?
Tlie Sugar-Plum Tree
Kririken
Pittypat and Tippytoe
Little Blue Pigeon
Teeny- Weeuy
Page 123
131
137
145
151
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CONTENTS
Buttercup, Poppy, Forget-me-not Page 159
WynJcen, Blynken, and Nod 165
Little Mistress Sans-Merd 173
Hi-Spy 179
Lit fie Boy Blue 183
Heiglio, my Dearie 189
Fairy and Child 195
Child and Mother 201
Ganderfeatlier's Gift 207
Jrow The jccond Oook of
Telling the Bees Page 217
Th^
m " TJie Holy Cross and Other Tales."
Contentment Page 225
IT
POEMS FROM "LOVE
>ONGS OF CHILDHOOD
The Rock-a-by
Lady.
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'"TTHE Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street
Comes stealing; comes creeping;
The poppies they hang from her head to her feet
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THE ROCK-A-BY LADY
And each hath a dream that is tiny and fleet
She bringeth her poppies to you, my sweet,
When she findeth you sleeping !
There is one little dream of a beautiful drum -
"Rub-a-dub!" it goeth ;
There is one little dream of a big sugar-plum,
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"THERE IS ONE LITTLE DREAM
OF A BEAUTIFUL DRUM "
THE ROCK-A-BY LADY
And lo ! thick and fast the other dreams come
Of popguns that bang, and tin tops that hum,
And a trumpet that bloweth !
And dollies peep out of those wee little dreams
With laughter and singing;
And boats go a-floating on silvery streams,
And the stars peek-a-boo with their own misty
gleams,
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THE ROCK-A-BY LADY
And up, up, and up, where the Mother Moon
beams,
The fairies go winging !
Would you dream all these dreams that are tiny
and fleet?
They '11 come to you sleeping ;
So shut the two eyes that are weary, my sweet,
For the Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street,
With poppies that hang from her head to her
feet,
Comes stealing ; comes creeping.
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Cradle.
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CRADIX
TVTHEN our babe he goeth walking in his
garden,
Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play ;
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GARDEN AND CRADLE
The posies they are good to him,
And bow them as they should to him,
As fareth he upon his kingly way;
And birdlings of the wood to him
Make music, gentle music, all the day,
When our babe he goeth walking in his garden
When our babe he goeth swinging in his cradle,
Then the night it looketh ever sweetly down ?
The little stars are kind to him,
The moon she hath a mind to him
And layeth on his head a golden crown ;
And singeth then the wind to him
A song, the gentle song of Bethlem-town,
When our babe he goeth swinging in his cradle
Wind.
me.
NIGHT WIND!
T TAVE you ever heard the wind go " Yooooo" ?
A A 'Tis a pitiful sound to hear !
It seems to chill you through and through
With a strange and speechless fear.
'Tis the voice of the night that broods outside
When folks should be asleep,
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THE NIGHT WIND
And many and many 's the time I've cried
To the darkness brooding far and wide
Over the land and the deep :
" Whom do you want, O lonely night,
That you wail the long hours through? '
And the night would say in its ghostly way :
" Yoooooooo!
Yoooooooo !
Yoooooooo ! "
My mother told me long ago
(When I was a little tad)
That when the night went wailing so,
Somebody had been bad ;
And then, when I was snug in bed,
Whither I had been sent,
With the blankets pulled up round my head,
I'd think of what my mother 'd said,
And wonder what boy she meant !
And " Who's been bad to-day? ' I'd ask
Of the wind that hoarsely blew,
And the voice would say in its meaningful way
"Yoooooooo !
Yoooooooo !
Yoooooooo ! "
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THE NIGHT WIND
That this was true I must allow
You'll not believe it, though !
Yes, though I'm quite a model now,
I was not always so.
And if you doubt what things I say,
Suppose you make the test ;
Suppose, when you've been bad some day
And up to bed are sent away
From mother and the rest
Suppose you ask, " Who has been bad? "
And then you'll hear what's true ;
For the wind will moan in its ruef ulest tone :
' ' Yoooooooo !
Yoooooooo !
Yoooooooo 1 "
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THE DINKEY
i
N an ocean, 'way out yonder
(As all sapient people know),
THE DINKEY-BIRD
Is the land of Wonder-Wander,
Whither children love to go ;
It's their playing, romping, swinging.
That give great joy to me
While the Dinkey-Bird goes singing
In the amfalula tree J
There the gum-drops grow like cherries,
And taffy 's thick as peas
Caramels you pick like berries
When, and where, and how you please;
Big red sugar-plums are clinging
To the cliffs beside that sea
Where the Dinkey-Bird is singing
In the amfalula tree.
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THE DINKEY-BIRD
So when children shout and scamper
And make merry all the day,
When there's naught to put a damper
To the ardor of their play ;
When I hear their laughter ringing,
Then I'm sure as sure can be
That the Dinkey-Bird is singing
In the amfalula tree.
For the Dinkey-Bird's bravuras
And staccatos are so sweet
His roulades, appoggiaturas,
And robustos so complete,
That the youth of every nation
Be they near or far away
Have especial delectation
In that gladsome roundelay.
Their eyes grow bright and brighter
Their lungs begin to crow,
Their hearts get light and lighter,
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And their cheeks are all aglow ;
For an echo cometh bringing
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The news to all and me,
That the Dinkey-Bird is singing
In the amfalula tree.
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THE DINKEY-BIRD
I'm sure you like to go there
To see your feathered friend
And so many goodies grow there
You would like to comprehend !
Speed, little dreams, your winging
To that land across the sea
Where the Diiikey-Bird is singing
In the amfalula tree!
5o,so,
R.ock-a\by so?
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, so, rock-a-oy so!
Off to the garden where clreamikins grow;
And here is a kiss on your winkybliuk eyes,
And here is a kiss on your dimpledown cheek
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SO, SO, ROCK-A-BY SO
And here is a kiss for the treasure that lies
In the beautiful garden way up in the skies
Which you seek.
Now mind these three kisses wherever you go
So, so, rock-a-by so !
There's one little fumfay who lives there, I
know,
For he dances all night where the dreamikins
grow;
I send him this kiss on your droopydrop eyes,
I send him this kiss on your rosy-red cheek.
And here is a kiss for the dream that shall rise
When the fumfay shall dance in those far-away
skies
Which you seek.
Be sure that you pay those three kisses you
owe
So, so, rock-a-by so !
And, by-low, as you rock-a-by go,
Don't forget mother who loveth you so !
And here is her kiss on your weepy deep eyes,
And here is her kiss on your peachypiuk
cheek,
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SO, SO, ROCK-A-BY SO
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SO, SO, ROCK-A-BY SO
And here is her kiss for the dreamland that lies
Like a babe on the breast of those far-away
skies
Which you seek
The blinkywink garden where dreamikins grow
So, so, rock-a-by so !
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Thi
'T r HE gingham dog and the calico cat
* Side by side on the table sat ;
Twas half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)
Nor one nor t'other had slept a wink!
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THE DUEL
The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate
Appeared to know as sure as fate
There was going to be a terrible spat.
(/ wasn't there ; I simply state
What was told me by the Chinese plate I)
The gingham dog went ' 4 bow-wow-wow ! "
And the calico cat replied " mee-ow ! "
The air was littered, an hour or so,
With bits of gingham and calico,
While the old Dutch clock in the chimney
place
Up with its hands before its face,
For it always dreaded a family row !
(Now mind : I'm only telling you
Wtiat the old Dutch clock declares is true I)
The Chinese plate looked very blue,
And wailed, u Oh, dear! what shall we do?
But the gingham dog and the calico cat
Wallowed this way and tumbled that,
Employing every tooth and claw
In the awfullest way you ever saw
And, oh! how the gingham and calico flew!
(Don't fancy I exaggerate!
I got my news from the Chinese plate !)
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THE DUEL
Next morning, where the two had sat,
They found no trace of dog or cat;
And some folks think unto this day
That burglars stole that pair away !
But the truth about the cat and pup
Is this : they ate each other up !
Now what do you really think of that!
{The old Dutch clock it told me so,
And that is how I came to know.)
Good
Children Street.
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CHILDREN
STREET.
'T'HERE'S a dear little
* home in Good-Chil-
dren street >
My heart turneth fondly
to-day
Where tinkle of tongues and
patter of feet
Make sweetest of music
at play;
Where the sunshine of love
illumines each face
And warms every heart
in that old-fashioned
place.
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GOOD-CHILDREN STREET
For dear little children go romping about
With dollies and tin tops and drums,
And, my! how they frolic and scamper and
shout
Till bedtime too speedily comes !
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GOOD-CHILDREN STREET
Oh, days they are golden and days they are
fleet
With little folk living in Good-Children street.
See, here comes an army with guns painted red,
And swords, caps, and plumes of all sorts ;
The captain rides gaily and proudly ahead
On a stick-horse that prances and snorts !
Oh, legions of soldiers you're certain to meet
Nice make-believe soldiers in Good-Children
street.
And yonder Odette wheels hei dolly about
Poor dolly ! l'ui sure she is ill,
For one of her blue china eyes has dropped out
And her voice is asthrnatic'ly shrill.
Then, too, I observe she is minus her feet,
Which causes much sorrow in Good-Childrer.
street.
'Tis so the dear children go romping about
With dollies and banners and drums,
I venture to say they are sadly put out
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GOOD- CHILDREN STREET
When an end to their jubilee conies :
Oh, days they are golden and days they are
fleet
With little folk living in Good-Children street 1
The
Bottl
Tree.
THE;
0BOTTL
TREE
A BOTTLE TREE bloometh in Winkyway
land
Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say !
A snug little berth in that ship I demand
That rocketh the Bottle-Tree babies away
Where the Bottle Tree bloometh by night and
by day
And reacheth its fruit to each wee, dimpled
hand;
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THE BOTTLE TREE
You take of that fruit as much as you list,
For colic 's a nuisance that doesn't exist !
Heigh-ho
for a bottle,
I say !
So cuddle me close, and cuddle me fast,
And cuddle me snug in my cradle away,
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THE BOTTLE TREE
For I hunger and thirst for that precious repast
Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say !
of bottle
tree babies
The Bottle Tree bloometh by night and by day!
Heigh-ho for Wiuky way land !
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THE BOTTLE TREE
And Bottle-Tree fruit (as I've heard people say)
Makes bellies of Bottle-Tree babies expand
And that is a trick I would fain understand!
Heigh-ho for a bottle to-day !
And heigh-ho for a bottle to-night
A bottle of milk that is creamy and white I
So cuddle me close, and cuddle me fast,
And cuddle me snug in my cradle away,
For I hunger and thirst for that precious
repast
Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say!
Lady
Button
LADY"
BUTTON-EYE}
w
HEN the busy day is done,
And my weary little one
LADY BUTTON-EYES
Rocketh gently to and fro ;
When the night winds softly blow,
And the crickets in the glen
Chirp and chirp and chirp again;
When upon the haunted green
Fairies dance around their queen
Then from yonder misty skies
Cometh Lady Button-Eyes
Through the murk and mist and gloara
To our quiet, cozy home,
Where to singing, sweet and low,
Rocks a cradle to and fro ;
Where the clock's dull monotone
Telleth of the day that 's done ;
Where the moonbeams hover o'er
Playthings sleeping on the floor
Where my weary wee one lies
Cometh Lady B itton-Eyes.
Cometh like a fleeting ghost
From some distant eerie coast ;
Never footfall can you hear
As that spirit f aretli near
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THEN FROM YONDER MISTY SKIES
COMETH LADY BUTTON-EYES "
LADY BUTTON-EYES
Never whisper, never word
From that shadow-queen is heard.
In ethereal raiment dight,
From the realm of fay and sprite
In the depth of yonder skies
Cometh Lady Button-Eyes.
Layeth she her hands upon
My dear weary little one,
And those white hands overspread
Like a veil the curly head,
Seem to fondle and caress
Every little silken tress ;
Then she smooths the eyelids down
Over those two eyes of brown
In such soothing, tender wise
Cometh Lady Button-Eyes.
Dearest, feel upon your brow
That caressing magic now ;
For the crickets in the glen
Chirp and chirp and chirp again,
While upon the haunted green
Fairies dance around their queei*
TO
LADY BUTTON -EYES
And the moonbeams hover o'er
Playthings sleeping on the floor
Hush, my sweet! from yonder skies
Cometh Lady Button-Eyes !
The
THE RIDL
TO BUMFVILLE
T^LAY that my knee was a calico mare
* Saddled and bridled for Bumpville ;
Leap to the back of this steed if you dare,
And gallop away to Bumpville !
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THE RIDE TO BUMPVILLE
I hope you'll be sure to sit fast in your seat,
For this calico mare is prodigiously fleet,
And many adventures you're likely to meet
As you journey along to Bumpville.
This calico mare both gallops and trots
While whisking you off to Bumpville ;
She paces, she shies, and she stumbles, in spots,
In the tortuous road to Bumpville ;
And sometimes this strangely mercurial steed
Will suddenly stop and refuse to proceed,
Which, all will admit, is vexatious indeed,
When one is en route to Bumpville !
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THE RIDE TO BUMPVILLE
She's scared of the cars when the engine goes
44 Toot!"
Down by the crossing at Bumpville ;
You'd better look out for that treacherous brute
Bearing you off to Burnpville !
With a snort she rears up on her hindermost
heels,
And executes jigs and Virginia reels
"Words fail to explain how embarrassed one feels
Dancing so wildly to Bumpville !
It's bumpytybump and it's jiggityjog,
Journeying on to Bumpville ;
It's over the hilltop and down through the bog
You ride on your way to Bumpville ;
It's rattletybang over boulder and stump,
There are rivers to ford, there are fences to jump,
And the corduroy road it goes bumpytybump,
Mile after mile to Bumpville !
Perhaps you'll observe it's no easy thing
Making the journey to Bumpville,
So I think, on the whole, it were prudent to bring
An end to this ride to Bumpville;
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THE RIDE TO BUMPVILLE
For, though she has uttered no protest or plaint,
The calico mare must be blowing and faint
What's more to the point, I'm blowed if I ain't!
So play we have got to Bumpville !
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Shuffle- Shoon
and Amber-Lock^
AMBEK- LOCKS
SHUFFLE-SHOON and Amber-Locks
Sit together, building blocks ;
Shuffle-Shoon is old and grey,
Amber-Locks a little child,
But together at their play
Age and Youth are reconciled,
And with sympathetic glee
Build their castles fair to see.
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SHb FFLE-SHOON AND AMBER-LOCKS
" When I grow to be a man '
(So the wee one's prattle ran),
" I shall build a castle so
With a gateway broad and grand ;
Here a pretty vine shall grow.
There a soldier guard shall stand ;
And the tower shall be so high,
Folks will wonder, by-and-by 1 "
SHUFFLE-SHOON AND A M B E R- L O C KS
Shuffle-Shoon quoth : " Yes, I know;
Thus I builded long ago !
Here a gate and there a wall,
Here a window, there a door ;
Here a steeple wondrous tall
Riseth ever more and more !
But the years have levelled low
What I builded long ago ! "
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SHUFFLE-SHOON AND AMBER-LOCKS
So they gossip at their play,
Heedless of the fleeting day;
One speaks of the Long Ago
Where his dead hopes buried lie ;
One with chubby cheeks aglow
Prattleth of the By-and-By ;
Side by side, they build their blocks
Shuffle-Shoon and Amber- Locks.
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X
Train.
THE 5HUT-LYE
TRAIN.
c
OME, my little one, with me!
There are wondrous sights to see
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THE SHUT-EYE TRAIN
As the evening shadows fall ;
Tn your pretty cap and gown,
Don't detain
The Shut-Eye train
*' Ting-a-ling! " the bell it goeth,
" Toot- toot ! " the whistle bloweth,
And we hear the warning call :
" All aboard for Shut-Eye Town I r
Over hill and over plain
Soon will speed the Shut-Eye train !
Through the blue where bloom the stars
And the Mother Moon looks down
We'll away
To land of Fay
Oh, the sights that we shall see there !
Come, my little one, with me there
'Tis a goodly train of cars
All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!
Swifter than a wild bird's flight,
Through the realms of fleecy light
We shall speed and speed awayl
Let the Night in envy frown -
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THE SHUT-EYE TRAIN
What care we
How wroth she be !
; 'TO THE BALOW-FOLK WHO '.OVE US
To the Balow-land above us,
To the Balow-folk who love us,
Let us hasten while we may
All aboard for Shut-Eye Town !
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THE SHUT-EYE TRAIN
Shut-Eye Town is passing fair -
Golden dreams await us there ;
We shall dream those dreams, my dear,
Till the Mother Moon goes down
See unfold
Delights untold !
And in those mysterious places
We shall see beloved faces
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THE SHUT-EYE TRAIN
And beloved voices hear
Li the grace of Shut-Eye Town.
Heavy are your eyes, my sweet,
Weary are your little feet
Nestle closer up to me
In your pretty cap and gown ;
Don't detain
The Shut-Eye train!
" Ting-a-ling! " the bell it goeth,
" Toot-toot ! " the whistle bloweth;
Oh, the sights that we shall see !
All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!
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Utfle
Oh-Dear
L1TTLE-OH-DEAR
s
EE, what a wonderful garden is here,
Planted and trimmed for my Little-Oh-Dear !
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1.ITTLE-OH-DEAR
Posies so gaudy and grass of such brown
Search ye the country and hunt ye the town
And never ye'll meet with a garden so queer
As this one I've made for my Little-Oh-Dear !
Marigolds white and buttercups blue,
Lilies all dabbled with honey and dew,
The cactus that trails over trellis and wall,
Roses and pansies and violets all
Make proper obeisance and reverent cheer
When into her garden steps Little-Oh-Dear !
And up at the top of that lavender-tree
A silver-bird singeth as only can she ;
For, ever and only, she singeth the song
" I love you - - 1 love you ! " the happy day long;
Then the echo - - the echo that smiteth me here !
" J love you, 1 love you," my Little-Oh-Dear!
The garden may wither, the silver-bird fly
But what careth rny little precious, or I?
"A SILVER-BIRD S1NGETH
AS ONLY CAN SHE"
L I T T L E - O H - 13 E A R
From her pathway of flowers that in spring-time
upstart
She walketh the tenderer way in my heart ;
And, oh, it is always the summer-time here
With that song of ' ' I love you," my Little-Oh
Dear!
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I
The
Fly -A^ay Horse,
THE FLY-AWAY HOK5E .
/*"YH, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away
^^ Horse
Perhaps you have seen him before ;
Perhaps, while you slept, his shadow has swept
Through the moonlight that floats on the floor.
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THE 1< L V - A W A V HORSE
For it's only at night, when the stars twinkle
bright,
That the Fly- Away Horse, with a neigh
And a pull at his rein and a toss of his mane,
Is up on his heels and away !
The Moon in the sky,
As he gallopeth by,
Cries : " Oh ! what a marvellous sight! '
And the Stars in dismay
Hide their faces away
In the lap of old Grandmother Night.
It is yonder, out yonder, the Fly- Away Horse
Speedeth ever and ever away -
Over meadows and lanes, over mountains and
plains,
Over streamlets that sing at their play ;
And over the sea like a ghost sweepeth he,
While the ships they go sailing below,
And he speedeth so fast that the men at the mast
Adjudge him some portent of woe.
u What ho there! " they cry,
As he flourishes by
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"THE MOON IN THE SKY,
AS HE GALLOPETH BY,
CRIES: 'OH! WHAT A MARVELLOUS SIGHT! ***
THE FLY-AWAY HORSE
With a whisk of his beautiful tail ;
And the fish in the sea
Are as scared as can be,
From the nautilus up to the whale !
And the Fly-Away Horse seeks those far-away
lands
You little folk dream of at night
Where candy-trees grow, and honey-brooks flow,
And corn-fields with popcorn are white ;
And the beasts in the wood are ever so good
To children who visit them there
What glory astride of a lion to ride,
Or to wrestle around with a bear !
The monkeys, they say :
" Come on, let us play,"
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THE FLY-AWAY HORSE
And they frisk in the cocoa-nut trees:
While the parrots, that cling
To the peanut-vines, sing
Or converse with comparative ease!
Off ! scamper to bed you shall ride him to-night !
For, as soon as you've fallen asleep,
With a jubilant neigh he shall bear you away
Over forest and hillside and deep !
But tell us, my dear, all you see and you hear
In those beautiful lands over there,
Where the Fly-Away Horse wings his far-away
course
With the wee one consigned to his care.
Then grandma will cry
In amazement : <4 Oh, my! '
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THE FLY-AWAY HORSE
And she'll think it could never be so;
And only we two
Shall know it is true
You and I, little precious! shall know!
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Fiddle -
Dec -Dec.
*"
FIDDLE- DEL -DEC*
once was a bird that lived up in a
tree,
And all he could whistle was ' ' Fiddle-dee-dee "
A very provoking, unmusical song
For one to be whistling the summer day long !
Yet always contented and busy was he
With that vocal recurrence of " Fiddle-dee-dee."
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FIDDLE-DEE-DEE
Hard by lived a brave little soldier of four,
That weird iteration repented him sore ;
RY
our St Didy!
the deed
rou^t be done
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FIDDLE-DEE-DEE
44 I prithee, Dear-Mother-Mine ! fetch me my
gun,
For, by our St. Didy ! the deed must be done
That shall presently rid all creation and me
Of that ominous bird and his 4 Fiddle-dee-dee ' ! "
Then out came Dear-Mother-Mine, bringing her
son
His awfully truculent little red gun ;
The stock was of pine and the barrel of tin,
The "bang" it came out where the bullet went
in
The right kind of weapon I think you'll agree
For slaying all fowl that go < ' Fiddle-dee-dee " !
The brave little soldier quoth never a word,
But he up and he drew a straight bead on that
bird;
And, while that vain creature provokingly sang,
The gun it went off with a terrible bang !
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FIDDLE-DEE-DEE
Then loud laughed the youth " By my Bottle,
cried he,
44 I've put a quietus on ' Fiddle-dee-dee ' ! M
bang*" it earoc out
Where the
bullet Went in-'
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FIDDLE-DEE-DEE
Out came then Dear-Mother-Mine, saying: "My
son,
f n
BY
IW Bottle"
cried he,'
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FIDDLE-DEE-DEE
Right well have you wrought with your littli red
gun!
Hereafter no evil at all need I fear,
With such a brave soldier as You-My-Love here I '
She kissed the dear boy.
[The bird in the tret
Continued to whistle his u Fiddle-dee-dee "1]
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POEMS rROM"WlTT1-BS
TRUMPET AND DRUM?
qi * : <r
^Y . -a
IrlL
The
Sugar Fluro Tree .
THE
REE.*
AVE you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum
Tree ?
'Tis a rnarvel of great renown !
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THE SUGAR-PLUM TREE
It blooms on the shore of the Lollipop sea
In the garden of Shut-Eye Town ;
\Vbcn
you'Ve got to
the tree,
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THE SUGAR-PLUM TREE
The fruit that it bears is so wondrously sweet
(As those who have tasted it say)
That good little children have only to eat
Of that fruit to be happy next day.
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THE SUGAR-PLUM TREE
When you've got to the tree, you would have a
hard time
To capture the fruit which I sing ;
The tree is so tall that no person could climb
To the boughs where the sugar-plums swing !
But up in that tree sits a chocolate cat,
And a gingerbread dog prowls below
And this is the way you contrive to get at
Those sugar-plums tempting you so :
You say but the word to that gingerbread dog
And he barks with such terrible zest
That the chocolate cat is at once all agog,
As her swelling proportions attest.
And the chocolate cat goes cavorting around
From this leafy limb unto that,
And the sugar-plums tumble, of course, to the
ground
Hurrah for that chocolate cat!
There are marshmallows, gumdrops, an pepper-
mint canes,
AVith stripings of scarlet or gold,
And you carry away of the treasure that rains
As much as your apron can hold !
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AS MUCH AS YOUR APRON CAN HOLD!
THE SUGAR-PLUM TREE
So come, little child, cuddle closer to me
In your dainty white nightcap and gown,
And I'll rock you away to that Sugar-Plum Tree
In the garden of Shut-Eye Town.
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RRINKEN.-
K
RINKEN was a little child,
It was summer when he smiled,
KP T N KEN
Oft the hoary sea and grim
Stretched its white arms out to him ;
Calling, " Sun-child, come to me ;
Let me warm my heart with thee ! '
But the child heard not the sea.
Krinken on the beach one day
Saw a maiden Nis at play ;
Fair, and very fair, was she,
Just a little child was he.
"Krinken," said the maiden Nis,
" Let me have a little kiss,
Just a kiss, and go with me
To the summer-lands that be
Down within the silver sea."
Krinken was a little child,
By the maiden Nis beguiled ;
Down into the calling sea
AVith the maiden Nis went he.
But the sea calls out no more ;
It is winter on the shore,
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KRINKEN
Winter where that little child
Made sweet summer when he smiled ;
Though 'tis summer on the sea
Where with maiden Nis went he,
Summer, summer evermore,
It is winter on the shore,
Winter, winter evermore.
Of the summer on the deep
Come sweet visions in my sleep ;
His fair face lifts from the sea,
His dear voice calls out to me,
These my dreams of summer be.
Krinken was a little child,
By the maiden Nis beguiled ;
Oft the hoary sea and grim
Reached its longing arms to him,
Crying, " Sun-child, come to me ;
Let me warm my heart with thee ! '
But the sea calls out no more ;
It is winter on the shore,
Winter, cold and dark and wild ;
Krinken was a little child,
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KRINKEN
It was summer when he smiled ;
Down he went into the sea,
And the winter bides with me.
Just a little child was he.
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fWfYpat
and Tlppyfoe.
PITTYPAT
AMD
TIPFYTOE.
A LL clay long they come and go
1 ^* 1 Pittypat and Tippytoe ;
Footprints up and down the ball,
Playthings scattered 011 the floor,
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PITTYPAT AND TIPPYTOE
'Only
buttered bread
do,'
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PITTYPAT AND TIPPYTOE
Inches
thick with
Sugar foo:
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PITTYPAT AND TIPPY TOE
Finger-marks along the wall,
Tell-tale smudges on the door
By these presents you shall know
Pittypat and Tippytoe.
How they riot at their play !
And a dozen times a day
In they troop, demanding bread
Only buttered bread will do,
And the butter must be spread
Inches thick with sugar too !
And I never can say " No,
Pittypat and Tippytoe ! *
Sometimes there are griefs to soothe,
Sometimes ruffled brows to smooth ;
For (I much regret to say)
Tippytoe and Pittypat
Sometimes interrupt their play
"With an internecine spat;
Fie, for shame ! to quarrel so
Pittypat and Tippytoe!
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PITTYPAT AND TIPPYTOE
Oh the thousand worrying things
Every day recurrent brings !
Hands to scrub and hair to brush,
Search for playthings gone aniiss,
Many a wee complaint to hush,
Many a little bump to kiss ;
Life seems one vain, fleeting show
To Pittypat and Tippytoe !
And when day is at an
There are little duds to mend :
Little frocks are strangely torn,
Little shoes great holes reveal,
Little hose, but one day worn,
Rudely yawn at toe and heel !
Who but you could work such woe,
Pittypat and Tippy toe 1
On the floor and down the hall,
Rudely smutched upon the wall,
There are proofs in every kind
Of the havoc they have wrought,
US
PITTYPAT AND 1IPPYTOE
And upon my heart you'd find
Just such trade-marks, if you sought;
Oh, how glad I am 'tis so,
Pittypat and Tippytoe !
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Littfe Blue
Pigeop.
LITTLE BLUE
PIGEON.
s
LEEP, little pigeon, and fold your wing*
Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes ;
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LITTLE BLUE PIGEON
Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging
Swinging the nest where her little one lies.
Away out yonder I see a star
Silvery star with a tinkling song;
To the soft dew falling I hear it calling
Calling and tinkling the night along.
In through the window a moonbeam comes
Little gold moonbeam with misty wings ;
All silently creeping, it asks : "Is he sleeping
Sleeping and dreaming while mother sings ? "
lip from the sea there floats the sob
Of the waves that are breaking upon the shore,
As though they were groaning in anguish, and
moaning
Bemoaning the ship that shall come no more,
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LITTLE BLUE PIGEON
But sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings
Little blue pigeon with mournful eyes ;
Am I not singing? see, I am swinging
Swinging the nest where my darling lies.
TTZNY-WECNY.
E
VERY evening, after tea,
Teeny-Weeuy comes to me.
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TEENY-WEENY
And, astride my willing knee,
Plies his lash and rides away ;
Though that palfrey, all too spare,
Finds his burden hard to bear,
Teeny- Weeny doesn't care ;
He commands, and I obey 1
First it's trot, and gallop then;
Now it's back to trot again ;
Teeny- Weeny likes it when
He is riding fierce and fast.
Then his dark eyes brighter grow
And his cheeks are all aglow :
44 More ! " he cries, and never " Whoa !
Till the horse breaks down at last.
Oh, the strange and lovely sights
Teeny- Weeny sees of nights,
As he makes those famous flights
On that wondrous horse of his 1
Oftentimes before he knows,
Wearylike his eyelids close,
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TEEN Y- W E E N Y
And, still smiling, off he goes
Where the land of By-low is.
There he sees the folk of fay
Hard at ring-a-rosie play,
And he hears those fairies say :
/
u Come, let's chase him to and fro! *
But, with a defiant shout,
Teeny puts that host to rout ;
Of this tale I make no doubt,
Every night he tells it so.
So I feel a tender pride
In my boy who dares to ride
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TEEN Y- W E E N Y
That fierce horse of his astride,
Off into those misty lands;
And as on my breast he lies,
Dreaming in that wondrous wise
I caress his folded eyes,
Pat his little dimpled hands.
On a time he went away,
Just a little while to stay,
And I'm not ashamed to say
I was very lonely then ;
Life without him was so sad,
You can fancy I was glad
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TEENY-WEENY
And made merry when I had
Teeny- Weeny back again I
So of evenings, after tea,
When he toddles up to me
And goes tugging at my knee,
You should hear his palfrey neigh !
You should see him prance and shy,
When, with an exulting cry,
Teeny- Weeny, vaulting high,
Plies his lash and rides away!
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Buttercup, Poppy,
Fcrgrct-nje-not.
A__
BUTTERCUP.
TOFFY, FOR*
B
1UTTERGUP, Poppy, Forget-me-not
These three bloomed in a garden spot;
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BUTTERCUP, POPPY, FORGET-ME-NOT
And ouce, all merry with song and play,
A little one heard three voices say :
" Shine and shadow, summer and spring,
O thou child with the tangled hair
And laughing eyes ! we three shall bring
Each an offering passing fair."
The little one did not understand,
But they bent and kissed the dimpled hand.
Buttercup gamboled all day long,
Sharing the little one's mirth and song ;
Then, stealing along on misty gleams,
Poppy came bearing the sweetest dreams.
Playing and dreaming and that was all
Till once a sleeper would not awake ;
Kissing the little face under the pall,
We thought of the words the third flo-rer
spake ;
And we found betimes in a hallowed spot
The solace and peace of Forget-me-not.
Buttercup share th the joy of day,
Glinting with gold the hours of play ;
Bringeth the poppy sweet repose,
When the hands would fold and the eyes would
close ;
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BUTTERCUP, POPPY, FORGET-ME-NOT
And after it all the play and the sleep
Of a little life what cometh then ?
To the hearts that ache and the eyes that weep
A new flower bringeth God's peace again.
Each one serveth its tender lot
Buttercup, Poppy, Forget-me-not.
arid Nod . \
WYNKEIN,
TV7YNKEN, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Tnto a sea of dew.
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WYNKEN, BLYNKEN, AND NOD
" Where are you going, and what do you wish? "
The old moon asked the three.
u We have corne to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea ;
Nets of silver and gold have we ! "
Said Wynken,
Ely n ken,
And Nod.
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea -
" Now cast your nets wherever you wish
Never afeard are we " ;
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
\Vy nken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
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WYNKEN, BLYNKEN, AND NOD
All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home ;
Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought 'twas a dream they'd
dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea
But I shall name you the fishermen three :
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one's trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
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WYNKEN, BLYNKEN, AND NOD
As you rock in the inisty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three :
Wynken,
Blynken,
Arid Nod.
Little
LITTLE
MISTRESS SAMS-
MERCTJ
L
ITTLE Mistress Sans-Merci
Fareth world-wide, fancy free :
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LITTLE MISTRESS SANS-MERCI
Trottcth cooing to and fro,
And her cooing is command
Never ruled there yet, I trow,
Mightier despot in the land.
And my heart it lieth where
Mistress Sans-Merci doth fare.
Little Mistress Saus-Merci
She hath made a slave of me!
" Go," she biddeth, and I go
" Come," and I am fain to come
.
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LITTLE MISTRESS SANS-MERCI
Never mercy cloth she show,
Be she wroth or frolicsome,
Yet am I content to be
Slave to Mistress Sans-Merci I
Little Mistress Sans-Merci
Hath become so dear to me
That I count as passing sweet
All the pain her moods impart,
And I bless the little :'eet
That go tramplirg on my heart
Ah, how lonely life would be
But for little Sans-Merci !
\ .....
Little Mistress Sans-Merci,
Cuddle close this night to me,
And the heart, which all day long
Ruthless thou hast trod upon,
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LITTLE MISTRESS SANS-MERC1
Shall outpour a soothing song
For its best beloved one
All its tenderness for thee,
Little Mistress Sans-Merci!
H1-5PY-
m-sry.
STRANGE that the city thoroughfare,
Noisy and bustling all the day,
Should with the night renounce its care
And lend itself to children's play!
Oh, girls are girls, and boys are boys,
And have been so since Abel's birth,
And shall be so till dolls and toys
Are with the children swept from earth,
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HI-SPY
The selfsame sport that crowns the day
Of many a Syrian shepherd's son,
Beguiles the little lads at play
By night in stately Babylon.
I hear their voices in the street,
Yet 'tis so different now from then !
Come, brother! from your winding-sheet,
And let us two be boys again !
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Little BoWBluc.
LITTLE
soy BLUE:.
THE little toy dog is covered with dust.
But sturdy and stanch he stands ;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And the musket moulds in his hands.
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LITTLE BOY BLUE
Time was when the little toy dog was new,
And the soldier was passing fair ;
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.
" Now, don't you go till I come," he said,
" And don't you make any noise ! '
So, toddling off to his trundle-bed,
He dreamt of the pretty toys ;
And, as he was dreaming, an angel song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue
Oh! the years are many, the years are long,
But the little toy friends are truel
Aye, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
Each in the same old place
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
The smile of a little face ;
LITTLE BOY BLUE
And they wonder, as waiting the long years
through
In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue,
Since he kissed them and put them there.
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tteigfjo, Mv Dearie
&&t\ v
TOTGHO,
A
MOONBEAM floateth from the skies,
Whispering: " Heigho, my dearie;
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HEIGHO, MY DEARIE
[ Would spin a web before your eyes
A beautiful web of silver light
Wherein is many a wondrous sight
Of a radiant garden leagues away,
Where the softly tinkling lilies sway
And the snow-white lambkins are at play
Heigho, my dearie 1 "
A brownie stealeth from the vine,
Singing: " Heigho, my dearie;
And will you hear this song of mine
A song of the land of murk and mist
Where bideth the bud the dew hath kist?
Then let the moonbeam's web of light
Be spun before thee silvery white,
And I shall sing the livelong night
Heigho, my dearie 1 "
The night wind speedeth from the sea,
Murmuring: " Heigho, my dearie;
J bring a mariner's prayer for thee;
So let the moonbeam veil thine eyes,
And the brownie sing thee lullabies
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HEIGHO, MY DEARIE
But I shall rock thee to and fro,
Kissing the brow lie loveth so.
And the prayer shall guard thy bed, I trow
Heigho, my dearie ! "
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Fairr fid?cl Child
*&.{. /~v
CHILD.
o
H, listen, little Dear-My-Soul,
To the fairy voices calling,
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FAIRY AND CHILD
For the moon is high in the misty sky
And the honey dew is falling ;
To the midnight feast in the clover bloom
The bluebells are a-ringing,
And it's " Come away to the land of fay*
That the katydid is singing.
Oh, slumber, little Dear-My-Soul,
And hand in hand we'll wander
Hand in hand to the beautiful land
Of Balow, away off yonder ;
Or we'll sail along in a lily leaf
Into the white moon's halo
Over a stream of mist and dream
Into the land of Balow.
Or, you shall have two beautiful wings
Two gossamer wings and airy,
And all the while shall the old moon smile
And think you a little fairy ;
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"TNTO THE WHITE MOON*S HALO
FAIRY AND CHILD
And you shall dance in the velvet sky,
And the silvery stars shall twinkle
And dream sweet dreams as over their beams
Your footfalls softly tinkle.
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Cbifcl ar>d
CHILD AND MOTHER J
/~\ MOTHER-MY-LOVE, if you'll give me
^^ your hand,
And go where I ask you to wander,
902
CHILD AND MOTHER
I will lead you away to a beautiful laud
/ V
The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder.
We'll walk iu a sweet-posie garden out there,
Where moonlight and starlight are streaming,
And the flowers r,nd the birds are filling the air
With the fragrance and music of dreaming.
There'll be no little tired-c u* boy to undress,
No questions or cares to perplex you ;
There'll be no little bruise.' or bumps to caress,
Nor patching of stockings to vex you.
For I'll rock you away on a silver-dew stream,
And sing you asleep when you're weary,
And no one shall know of our beautiful dream,
But you and your own little dearie.
And when I am tired I'll nestle my head
In the bosom that's soothed me so often,
And the wide-awake stars shall sing in my stead
A song which our dreaming shall softeu.
L'04
CHILD AND MOTHER
So, Mother-My-Love, let me take your dear baud,
And away through the starlight we'll wander
Away through the mist to the beautiful land
The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder.
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Capdcr
GTFT
I
WAS just a little thing
When a fairy came and kissed me;
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GANDERFEATHEF/S GIFT
Floating in upon the light
Of a haunted summer night,
Lo, the fairies came to sing
Pretty slumber songs and bring
Certain boons that else had missed me.
From a dream I turned to see
What those strangers brought for me,
When that fairy up and kissed me
Here, upon this cheek, he kissed me !
Simmerdew was there, but she
Did not like me altogether ;
Daisybright and Turtledove,
Pilfercurds and Honeylove,
Thistleblow and Amberglee
On that gleaming, ghostly sea
Floated from the misty heather,
And around my trundle-bed
Frisked, and looked, and whispering said
Solemnlike and all together :
" You shall kiss him, Ganderf eather 1 "
Ganderfeather kissed me then
Ganderf eather, quaint and merry I
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G ANDERFEATHER'S GIFT
No attenuate sprite was he,
But as buxom as could be;
Kissed me twice, and once again,
And the others shouted when
On my cheek uprose a berry
Somewhat like a mole, mayhap,
But the kiss-mark of that chap
Ganderfeather, passing merry
Humorsome, but kindly, very 1
I was just a tiny thing
When the prankish Ganderfeather
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GANDERFEATHER'S GIFT
Brought this curious gift to me
With his fairy kisses three;
Yet with honest pride I sing
That same gift he chose to bring
Out of yonder haunted heather.
Other charms and friendships fly
Constant friends this mole and I,
Who have been so long together.
Thank you, little Ganderfeather !
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FR0MTHE
SECONDS
BOOK or
VERSE
Tcllir>gT
OUT
c.
of the house where the slumberer lay
Grandfather came one summer day,
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TELLING THE BEES
And under the pleasant orchard trees
He spake this wise to the murmuring bees :
" The clover-bloom that kissed her feet
And the posie-bed where she used to play,
Have honey store, but none so sweet
As ere our little one went away.
O bees, sing soft, and, bees, sing low ;
For she is gone who loved you so."
A wonder fell on the listening bees
Under those pleasant orchard trees,
And in their toil that summer day
Ever their murmuring seemed to say :
" Child, O child, the grass is cool,
And the posies are waking to hear the song
Of the bird that swings by the shaded pool,
Waiting for one that tarrieth long."
'Twas so they called to the little one then,
As if to call her back again.
O gentle bees, I have come to say
That grandfather fell asleep to-day,
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TELLING THE BEEvS
And we know by the smile on grandfather's face
He has found his dear one's biding-place.
So, bees, sing soft, and, bees, sing low,
As over the honey-fields you sweep
To the trees abloom and the flowers ablow
Sing of grandfather fast asleep ;
And ever beneath these orchard trees
Find cheer and shelter, gentle bees.
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SOME LITTLE 5HSE
CONTENTMENT.
E on a time an old red hen
Went strutting round with pompous clucks,
For she had little babies ten,
A part of which were tiny ducks.
44 'Tis very rare that hens," said she,
4 4 Have baby ducks as well as chicks
But I possess, as you can see,
Of chickens four and ducklings six 1 "
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CON T E N T M E N T
A season later, this old hen
Appeared, still cackling of her luck,
For, though she boasted babies ten,
Not one among them was a duck !
" 'Tis well," she murmured, brooding o'er
The little chicks of fleecy down,
44 My babies now will stay ashore,
And, consequently, cannot drown 1 *
The following spring the old red hen
Clucked just as proudly as of yore.
But lo ! her babes were ducklings ten,
Instead of chickens as before !
" 'Tis better," said the old red hen,
As she surveyed her waddling brood ;
tl A little water now and then
Will surely do my darlings good ! "
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But, oli ! alas, how very sad !
When gentle spring rolled round again
The eggs eventuated bad,
And childless was the old red hen!
Yet patiently she bore her woe,
And still she wore a cheerful air,
And said : ' ' 'Tis best these things are so
For babies are a dreadful care! "
I half suspect that many men,
And many, many women, too,
Could learn a lesson from the hen
With foliage of vermilion hue.
She ne'er presumed to take offence
At any fate that might befall,
But meekly bowed to Providence.
She was contented that was all !
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