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EDITED BY
WILLIAM T. HARRIS, PH.])., LLD.
VOLUME I XXII.
INTERN A TION-A-L :^!D UOA TION SERIJSS
THE SOSTGS AND MUSIC
OP FRIEDRICH FROEBEI/S
MOTHER PLAT
(MUTTER UND KOSE LIEDER)
SONGS NNWLY TRANSLATED
AND FURNISHUD WITH NSW MUSIC
PREPARED AND ARRANGED BY
SUSAN E. BLOW
"Deep meaning oft lies hid in childish play"
SCHIJLLKIi;
NEW YOEK AND LONDON
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
COPYRIGHT. 1895,
D. APPUETON AND COMPANY.
Printed in the United States of America
EDITOR'S PKEFACE.
THE publishers have divided this work of
Froebel in order to bring it into volumes of
convenient size. The edition of Wichard Lange
and the former English translations have the-
form and style of a music book. In separating-
the contents for this division, the mottoes, com-
mentaries, and mother communings have beert
placed in the first volume, which may be called
the Mother's volume. The songs and music are
reserved for the present volume, which is the
Children's volume. What it contains is suitable
for children's ears and voices.
As already mentioned in the preface to the
first volume, the illustrations are reproduced
from the large and well-executed cuts of the
Wichard Lange edition, long since out of print,
and now very difficult to procure even from an
antiquarian bookstore. The pictures in that edi-
tion are large enough (6 by 9 inches) to show
the minute details. In order to preserve these
details the publishers of the present edition
(size of page 3 by 5 inches) have been at the
pains of repeating and enlarging the parts of
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yi EDITOR'S PREFACE.
certain of the pictures, making in some cases
two or three new pictures, and bringing out
what is obscure with greater distinctness than
is found even in the Lange edition. Inasmuch
as the children are expected to find all these par*
ticulars in their study of the illustrations, and
trace out the motives of the artist, this feature
of the work will be appreciated by all kinder-
gartners.
The publishers have also enlarged the Lange
pictures to four times the size of the original, and
printed them on a series of charts for use in the
kindergartens, furnishing them at a moderate
price.
The new music, herewith offered will justify
itself as a substitute for that which has been dis-
carded.
I have already stated in my preface to the
former volume the reasons that have made it
desirable to obtain new and more poetic transla-
tions of these Froebelian songs. I have gone
so far as to say that " most 'of the literal imita-
tions of Froebel's poetry have contributed in a
greater or less degree to ruin the poetic sense of
teachers and pupils." I believe that I shall be
sustained in this opinion by all kindergartners
possessed of genuine poetic taste, but " I think
that the versions here offered will be found sure
to commend themselves to all who have a " lit-
erary conscience."
W. T. HARRIS.
WASHINGTON, B. 0., October, 1895.
MISS BLOWS PKEFACE.
THE poems in this volume are not literal
translations of those in the original Mother Play,
but attempts to cast FroebeFs ideas into truly
poetic form. A few songs have been added, in
order to develop the thoughts suggested in some
of the more important plays, and a series of
Wandering Games has been given to illustrate
FroebeFs method of genetic evolution. A full
account of the development of these games, un*
der FroebeFs own guidance, will be found in the
Pedagogics of the Kindergarten, pages 247-254*
Since most of the melodies in the original
Mother Play have been condemned by competent
critics, new music is given in this volume. This
music consists in part of melodies written by
composers of acknowledged merit, and in part
of selections from folk-songs. A few of the best
melodies in the original Mother Play have been
retained, and, finally, some of the music of Karl
Reinecke has been used.
Grateful acknowledgments are due to Miss
Eleanor Smith, and to h^r publishers (Messrs.
Milton Bradley and Thomas Charles), for per-
* International Education Series, vol. xxx.
vii
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MISS BLOW'S PREFACE.
mission to use eight songs from Volume I and
one song from Volume II of her Songs for Little
Children. Miss Smith's books contain songs on
all the subjects omitted in this volume (Good
Morning Songs, Weather Songs, Songs of the
Seasons, Christmas, Easter, and Thanksgiving
Songs, Flower Songs, Gift Songs, Patriotic Songs,
etc.) ; and I earnestly hope that her interest in
and generosity toward the Mother Play may in-
crease the influence of her already well-known
and popular collections.
I desire also to express my sincere thanks to
Mrs. Emily Huntington Miller for The Little
Maiden and The Stars and The Farmyard, as
well as for her kindness in adapting The Farm-
yard, by Mrs. Follen ; to Mrs. Eliot for The
Cuckoo, Hide and Seek, and The Child's Prayer ;
to Miss M. J. Garland for the poem and music of
Play with the Limbs ; to Miss Kate L. Brown for
The Finger Piano, and for the use of The Little
Plant; to Miss Emilie Poulsson for permission
to use her poems Calling the Pigeons and The
Weathervane ; to Miss Elizabeth C. Le Bourgeois
for the poem of The Light-Bird ; to Miss Eleonore
Heerwart for the use of The Trees ; to Mr. W. L.
Tomlins for the use of Eippling, Purling Little
River ; to Oliver Ditson Co. for use of Butter-
flies; and to Mr. Fred. Field Bullard for gener-
ous help in the revision of music.
The folk-songs* in this collection were se-
* On pages 161, 162, 172, 174, 176, 186, 202, 204, 207, 209, 211,
217, 228, 240, 243, and 263. Mr. Bullard also wrote the accom-
paniments to the songs on pages 187, 188, 198, 236, 239, and 257.
MISS BLOW'S PREFACE. ix
lected and adapted to the poems by Miss Enphe-
mia M. Parker, and were arranged for the piano-
forte by Mr. Fred. Field Bullard. Of these songs
Mr. George L. Osgood writes as follows :
It is with genuine pleasure I have read the selection
of folk-songs made by Miss Euphemia M. Parker and
arranged by Mr. Fred. F. Bullard. These quaint old
melodies, sprung from the heart of Nature herself, are
especially appropriate to the child life of the Froebel
verses. The selection shows rare taste and fine instinct,
and the accompaniments the trained musician's hand.
G-EORGKE L. OSGOOD.
BOSTON, MASS., 1895.
Miss Emilie Poulsson/s charming volume of
Finger Plays is a valuable collateral to the
Mother Play. I would call particular attention
to The Little Men, The Little Plant, and A Little
Boy's "Walk, as songs to be used in connection
with The Greeting, ]STaming the Fingers, The
Little Gardener, and The Pigeon House.
SUSAN E. BLOW.
CAZENOYIA, N. Y., Nov. 2, 1895.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
EDITOR'S PBEFACE T
PREFACE BY MlSS BLOW Til
POEMS AOT> PICTT7EES.
1. Play with, the Limbs Emily Huntington Miller. 2
2. Falling ! Falling ! > Emilie Poulsson. 6
3. The Weather Vane Laura E. Richards. 7
4. The Weather Vane Emilie Poulsson. 8
5. All Gfone ! Emily Huntington Miller, 10
6. Taste Song Nora Archibald Smith. 14
7. Flower Song. Kate L. Brown. 15
8. Tick ! Tack ! Emily Huntington Miller. 16
9. Mowing Grass. Emilie Poulsson. 18
10. The Rhyme of the Bowl of Milk Emilie Poulsson. 20
11. Beckoning the Chickens Emily Huntington Miller. 24
12. Beckoning the Pigeons Emilie Poulsson. 28
13. Beckoning the Pigeons Emily Huntington Miller. 28
14. The Fish in the Brook Emily Huntington Miller. 30
15. The Target Emily Huntington Miller. 32
16. Pat-a-Cake Emily Huntington Miller. 34
17. The ISTest Emily Huntington Miller. 38
18. The Flower Basket Emily Huntington Miller. 42
19. The Pigeon House Emily Huntington Miller. 44
20. Naming the Fingers Laura E. Richards, 46
21. The G-reeting .' Emilie Poulsson. 50
22. The Family Emilie Poulsson. 52
23. Tbe Family. Emilie Poulsson. 54
xi
XJi CONTENTS,
PAGJC
24. Numbering the Fingers Emilie Poulsson. 60
25. The Finger Piano Kate L. Brown. 62
26. Happy Brothers and Sisters Laura E. Richards. 64
27. Child's Prayer Henrietta M. Eliot. 64
28. The Children on the Tower Laura E. Richards. 66
29. The Child and the Moon Laura E. Richards, 74
30. The Child and the Moon,. . .Emily Huntington Miller. 76
31. The Little Boy and the Moon.
Emily Huntington Miller. 76
32. The Little Maiden and the Stars.
Emily Huntington Miller. 7$
33. The Light Bird.. . . . .Elizabeth Gharless Le Bourgeois. 80
34. The Shadow Babbit Laura E. RicJiards. 84
35. The Wolf Laura E. Richards. 90
36. The Wild Pig. Laura E. Richards. 92
37. The Little Window Emily Huntington Miller. 94
38. The Little Window Laura E. Richards. 94
39. The Window G-Qorge Hyde Page. 96
40. The Charcoal Burner Emily Huntington Miller. 98
41. The Carpenter. Emilie Poulsson. 102
42. The Bridge Emilie Poulsson. 106
43. The Bridge Laura E. Richards. 108
44. The Farmyard Gate Emily Huntington Miller. 110
45. ^'le Farmyard Gate.
Mrs. Follen, adapted ly Emily Huntington Miller. 112
46. The Garden Gate Emily Huntington Miller. 114
47. The Little Gardener Laura E. Richards. 116
48. The Wheelwright Emily Huntington Miller. 118
49. The Joiner Nora Archibald Smith. 124
50. The Knights and the Good Child.
Emily Huntington Miller. 126*
51. The Knights and the Bad Child.
Emily Huntington Miller. 128
52. The Knights and the Mother.
Emily Huntington Miller. 132
53. The Knights and the Mother.
Emily Hunlington Miller. 134
54. Hide and Seek Henrietta R. Eliot. 136
CONTENTS.
PAGE
55. The Cuckoo ! ...... . .............. Henrietta JR. Eliot. 138
56. The Toyman and the Maiden.
Emily Huntington Miller. 140
57. The Toyman and the Boy.. . Emily Huntington Miller. 144
58. The Church ..................... Laura E. Richards. 148
59. The Little Artist ................... Emilie Poulsson. 152
SONGS A1STD GAMES.
1. Play with the Limbs ...... Old English (17th Century). 161
2. Play with the Limbs ............. Tyrolese Folk Song. 162
3. Falling! Falling! ............... Fred. Field Bullard. 163
4. The Weather Vane ................. George L. Osgood. 164
5. The Weather Vane.
Arr. from Robert JKohl, by Eleanor Smith. 164
6. The Trees ........................ Eleanor Heerwart. 165
7. The Windmill .................... ... .Adolph Jensen. 166
8. Wind Song .......................... Eleanor Smith. 168
^ 9. All Gone ____ . .................. Fred. Field Bullard. 169
^10. Taste Guessing Game ........... Fred. Field Bullard. 171
11. Flower Song ...... . .................. Scotch Melody. 172
12. Flower Song .......................... Carl Reinecke. 173
13. Tick-Tack! ..... ...................... Carl Reinecke. 174
14. Tick ! Tack ! ......................... Eleanor Smith. 175
15. Mowing Grass ................... German Folk Song. 176
16. Beckoning the Chickens ............. W.W. Qilchrist. 177
17. Beckoning the Pigeons.
Arr. from Carl Reinecke^ by Eleanor Smith. 178
18. The Fish in the Brook.
Arr. from Robert Kohl, by Eleanor Smith. 179
19. The Fish in the Brook.
Adapted from Johannes Brahms^ "by Eleanor Smith. 180
20. The Caterpillar ...................... Eleanor Smith. 181
21. Butterflies .................... Elizabeth U. Emerson. 182
22. The Flying Bird .................... W.W. 6-ilchrist. 183
23. The Target ..................... Fred. Field Bullard. 185
24. Pat-a-Cake ............. . ........ Alsatian Folk Song. 186
25. The Mill Wheel ............ . .......... Carl Reinecke. 187
xiv CONTENTS.
PAGE
26. The Farmer Swiss Folk Song. 188
27. The Bird's Nest.
Arr. from Robert Kohl, by Eleanor Smith. 190
28. In a Hedge Eleanor Smith. 191
29. The Bird's Nest W. W. Gilchrist. 192
30. What does Little Birdie say ? Eleanor Smith. 193
81. Lullaby J. W. Elliott. 194
32. Bird Thoughts W.W. Gilchrist. 197
33. The Mower Basket R. Kohl 198
34. The Flower Basket Eleanor Smith. 200
35. The Pigeon House Robert Ioh2, arr. by E. S. 201
36. Naming the Fingers French Folk Song. 202
37. The Greeting Scotch Folk Song* 204
38. Thumbs and Fingers say, " Good Morning."
Eleanor Smith. 205
39. The Family W. W. Cfilchrist. 206
40. The Family .Euphemia M. Parker. 207
41. The Family Austrian Folk Song. 209
42. Numbering the Fingers French Folk Song. 211
Lullaby Peruvian Slumber Song. 212
43. Go to sleep, Thumbkin Eleanor Smith. 213
44. Five in a Bow Carl Reinecfye, 214
45. Finger Piano.
Arr. from Carl Reinecke, by Eleanor Smith. 216
46. The Happy Brothers and Sisters. .Old French Lullaby. 217
47. The Baby and the Moon Eleanor Smith. 218
48. look at the Moon ! W". W.&ilchrist. 220
49. The Little Maiden and the Stars. . . . George L. Osgood. 221
50. The Child and the Star J.W. Elliott. 223
51. Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star J.W. Elliott. 223
52. Stars and Daisies Eleanor Smith. 225
53. The Light Bird.
Arr. from Robert Kohl, by Eleanor Smith. 226
54. The Light Bird Eleanor Smith. 227
55. The Shadow Babbit Child Song (Old French). 228
56. The Little Window W.W. Gilchnst. 229
57. The Window Eleanor Smith. 231
58. Transformation Game. Eleanor Smith. 232
CONTENTS. XY
PAGE
59. The Charcoal Burner Fred. Field Bullard. 233
60. The Carpenter W. W. Qilchrist. 235
61. The Carpenter. ..E.M. Parker, arr. ly F. F. Bullard. 236
62. The Bridge Eleanor Smith. 238
63. The Joiner Robert Kohl. 239
64. The Farmyard French Folk Songs. 240
65. The Garden Gate W. W. Oilchrist. 242
66. The Little Gardener. , Hungarian Folk Song. 243
67. The Little Gardener Carl Reinecke. 245
68. Little Annie's Garden Eleanor Smith. 246
69. The Little Plant W.W. Grilclirist. 247
70. The Wheelwright Eleanor Smith. 248
71. The Knights and the Good Child Eleanor Smith. 250
72. The Knights and the Bad Child Eleanor Smith. 252
73. The Knights and the Mother Eleanor Smith. 254
74 The Knights and the Mother. Eleanor Smith, 255-
75. Hide and Seek After Haydn. 257
76. The Cuckoo Fred. Field Bullard. 258
77. Hiding Game Carl Reinecke. 259
78. Guessing the Singer Carl Reinecke. 260
79. The Church Eleanor Smith. 261
80. Wandering Song Old French Lullaby. 263
81. The Visit Carl Reinecke. 265
82. Wandering Song Fred. Field Bullard. 266
S3* Rippling, Purling Little River . . . W. W. Qilchrist. 268
SONGS AND PICTURES.
PLAY WITH THE LIMBS.
UP and down, and in and out,
Toss the little limbs about ;
Kick the pretty dimpled feet
That's the way to grow, my sweet !
This way and that,
With a pat-a-pat-pat,
With one, two, three,
For each little knee.
By-and-bye, in work and play,
They'll be busy all the day;
Wading in the water clear,
Running swift for mother dear.
So this way and that,
With a pat-a-pat-pat,
And one, two, three,
For each little knee.
EMILY HUNTINGTON MIDLER.
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PALLING! FALLING;
DOWN goes baby,
Mother's pet ;
Up comes baby,
Laughing yet.
Baby well may laugh at harm,
While beneath is mother's arm.
Down goes baby,
Without fear ;
Up comes baby,
Gaily here.
All is joy for baby while
In the light of mother's smile.
BMILIE POITLSSON,
THE WEATHER-VANE.
WEATHERCOCK, what makes you go
Kound and round the whole day so ?
"Tis the wind whirls me !
'Tis the wind twirls me !
So to all the world I show
How the merry wind doth go.
Pretty kite, what makes yon fly,
Up above the tree-tops high ?
'Tis the wind lifts me !
*Tis the wind drifts me !
Tosses me in merry play,
Here and there and every way.
Windmill, high on yonder hill,
What makes yonr sails go turning still ?
*Tis the wind loves them !
'Tis the wind moves them !
Helps them tnrn the mill-stones round,
So yonr meal and flour's ground.
The wind can do so many things,
The airy sprite on viewless wings :
It waves the flag, it bends the tree,
It shakes our curls for you and me ;
And in our merry play we too,
Show all the things the wind can do.
LAXTRA E. RICHARDS*
7
THE WEATHER-YANK
THIS way, that way,
Turns the weather-vane;
This way, that way,
Turns and turns again.
Turning, pointing, ever showing,
How the merry wind is blowing*
EMILIE POULSSON;
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unb turme,
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(^en toenbett,
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ALL
gone ! the supper's gone !
White bread and milk so sweet,
For baby dear to eat.
All gone ! the supper's gone !
Where did baby's supper go ?
Tongue,, you had a share, I know,
Little mouth, with open lips,,
Through your rosy gate it slips.
Little throat, you know full well
Where it went, if you would tell.
Little hands, grow strong ;
Little legs, grow long ;
Little cheeks, grow red :
You have all been fed.
EMILY HUNTINGTON
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TASTE SONG-.
WHEN tlie red lips open wide,
And yon part the teeth inside,
' Then a tiny door yon show,
Where this little plnm may go,
Now the pink tongue conies in haste,
All the pleasant juice to taste.
Ah, 'tis very nice and sweet !
Fruit like this is good to eat.
Bid good-bye to juicy plum ;
Let the sour apple come
Take a dainty little bite
From its cheek all red and white.
What a funny face you make !
How your little head you shake !
In your look I see confessed
That you like the sweet things best.
Now the bitter almond try,
Brown its shell, and hard and dry ;
Yet within, a kernel white
Shyly hides away from sight.
Yes, it draws the mouth a bit,
But it's wholesome, every whit.
Many bitter things youll meet :
Time, perhaps, will make them sweet.
All the fruits and nuts, in turn,
Teach a lesson you may learn.
If a thing is ripe all through,
Then 'tis very good for you ;
But to eat the unripe things,
Sharpest pain and trouble brings ;
Though they look so fresh and fair,
Danger, dear, is hiding there.
NORA ARCHIBALD SMITH.
14
FLOWER SONG.
SMELL, tlie flower, my child, and see
What its perfume tells to thee.
In its cup, so small and bright,
Safely hidden from our sight,
There an angel-spirit dwells,
And its message sweetly tells.
" From my tender resting-place,
Little one with happy face,
I am talking to thee, dear,
Though no voice my child may hear;
But my perfume sweet will tell,
Little friend, I love thee well/'
KATE L. BUOTO.
15
TICK! TACK!
SWING, swong ! this is the way
Goes the pendulum night and day.
"Tick! took! tick! took!"
Never resting, says the clock.
" Time for work and time for fun,
Time to sleep when day is done.
Tick ! took ! " Hear the clock !
" Time to rest each little head ;
Time the children were in bed."
Swing, swong ! sure and slow
Goes the pendulum to and fro.
"Tick! tock! tick! tock!"
In the morning says the clock.
" Time to wake from slumber sweet,
Time to wash and time to eat.
Tick ! tock ! " Hear the clock,
" Tick, tack, tock ! " it cries,
" Children, it is time to rise ! "
EMILY HUNTING TON MILLER.
16
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MOWING GRASS.
PETER, Peter, quickly go
To the field the grass to mow ;
Juicy grass,, and hay so sweet,
Bring them for the cow to eat.
Lina, Lina, milk the cow ;
Good milk she will give us now.
Milk to drink, with rolls or bread,
Thus we little ones are fed.
Let us thank our friends, each one ;
Peter, for the mowing done,
Lina, for the milking, too,
And for milk, good cow, thank you.
'Thanks to all are gladly said :
.Baker, thank you for the bread.
'Thanks dear mother shall not miss,
<Given with a loying kiss.
EMILIE POXTLSSON.
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THE RHYME OF THE BOWL OF MILK,
OH, here is the milk, so sweet and white,
All ready for dear little baby !
This is the mother, who with delight
Poured into the bowl the milk so white,
All ready for dear little baby !
This is the milkmaid, who worked with a will
Her pail with the cow's good milk to fill,
To take to the mother, who with delight
Poured into the bowl the milk so white,
All ready for dear little baby !
This is the cow that gave milk each day
To Molly the milkmaid, who worked with a will
Her pail with the cow's good milk to fill,
To take to the mother, who with delight
Poured into the bowl the milk so white,
All ready for dear little baby !
This is the dry and sweet-smelling hay
That was fed to the cow that gare milk each day
To Molly, the milkmaid, who worked with a will
Her pail with the cow's good milk to fill,
To take to the mother, who with delight
Poured into the bowl the milk so white,
All ready for dear little baby !
20
This is the grass -(in the field it grew,
Helped by the sunshine, and rain, and dew)
The grass that was dried into sweet- smelling hay,
And fed to the cow that gave milk each day
To Molly, the milkmaid, who worked with a will
Her pail with the cow's good milk to fill,
To take to the mother, who with delight
Poured into the bowl the milk so white,
All ready for dear little baby !
This is the mower, who worked at the farm,
Swinging the scythe with his strong right arm,
Mowing the fields of grass that grew,
Helped by the sunshine, and rain, and dew
The grass that was dried into sweet-smelling hay.
And fed to the cow that gave milk each day
To Molly, the milkmaid, who worked with a will
Her pail with the cow's good milk to fill,
To take to the mother, who with delight
Poured into the bowl the milk so white,
All ready for dear little baby !
EMILIE POULSSON,
I*?
BECKONING THE CHICKENS.
TINY fingers in a row,
Beckon to the chickens so.
Downy little chickens dear,
Fingers say, " Come here ! come here ! **
Chick! chick! chick! chick!
Fingers say, (e Come here ! come here ! "
Pretty chickens, soft and small,
Do not fear we love you all !
EMILY HUNTINGDON MILLER.
26
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BECKONING THE PIGEONS.
CALL the pigeons, baby dear
Beckon them to you ;
Hear them answer lovingly,
Coo-oo! coo-oo! coo!
EMILIE POULSSON.
BECKONING THE PIGEONS.
SEE the pretty pigeons,, coming., love, to meet
yon!
Little dimpled hand, can yon learn to say, "I
greet you ? "
Bend the rosy fingers, wave them to and fro :
Pigeons, pretty pigeons, baby greets you so.
Smooth your shining feathers, spread your glossy
wings ;
Baby loves to see you, gentle, fearless things.
Here is grain to feed you, but, before you fly,
Pigeons, pretty pigeons, baby says ft Good-bye ! "
EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER*
THE FISH IN THE BKOOK.
MEREY little fishes,
In the "brook at play,
Floating in the shallows,
Darting swift away.
" Happy little fishes, come and play with me ! "
" No, no ! " the fishes say, " that can never be ! "
Pretty bodies curving,
Bending like a bow,
Through the clear, bright water,
See them swiftly go.
"Happy little fishes, may we play with you ? "
"No, no!" the fishes say, "that would never
do!"
EMILY HUNTINGDON MILLER,
Jgufltg im llaren S3a<$Iettt
ptelen fete ffeinen
@te d}tt)tmmen barinnen immer
feerum,
litb fte 9 1 rab, unb Baft ftob
iie Ituntm.
31
THE TABGET,
ONE piece this way,
And one piece that,
And a smooth little "board
That is round and flat.
Drive in a peg
That will hold them well,
And here is a target,
Eeady to sell !
"What costs it ? " Three halfpennies/ 5
" That is too dear ;
Only two halfpennies
Have I here."
"Three halfpennies is just enough-
One for the work and two for the stuff.
Three halfpennies the buyer must pay;
"Who can not pay it must run away/'
EMILY HUNTING-TON MILLER.
PAT-A-CAKE.
COME, my baby, you shall make
Mother dear a little cake.
Eoll it this way, roll it that,
Pat the cake all smooth and flat ;
Mark it there, and mark it here
There's a cake for mother dear.
Baker, is your oven hot ?
Bake my cake, but burn it not.
Here's the oven, hot and ready,
Toss the cake in, straight and steady.
Bake it brown, and bring it here,
Baby's cake for mother dear.
EMILY HUNTINGDON MILLED
)en 1
UttS ju fcarfen ettt
23er Sailer fagt : W 3ltttt tft e<? fatt ;
irnfi roirb Ja ber Dfeit faU."-~
,,,,33acfer! ^ierijl meirt ^)u^)cn fein,
93ad- t$n fc&Sn fiit ntetn ^ittb($en ltd 1
,,85atb fott ber ^u^cn gefcaden feln,
teftnbcttDfenf(^{c6 1 t^
THE NEST.
HEKE'S a pretty cradle nest,
Snug, and warm, and ronnd ;
Cuddled in the downy bed,
Little nestling birds we found.
tf Stay ! stay ! " the birdies say,
" Mother, do not fly away 1 "
" Dear, so dear, never fear !
Mother waits and watches near/'
Peep ! peep ! Dear, so dear,
Hush, my babies, do not fear ! "
EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER,
3n bie etfe, <mf bie
SBaut ber Sogel f{$ etn s Jieftcfccn ;
Segt ijtnetn $&>et ffitetletn,
5Briitet btaug jtoet SSSgeleitt ;
Jftufen bte Gutter
39
THE FLOWER-BASKET.
WEAVE tlie little basket, fill it up with posies,,
Roses from the garden, "blossoms from the wood.
With our birthday wishes, with our songs and
kisses,
Bring it to the father, dear and kind and good.
With smiles and with singing
Our gift we are bringing,
But love is the treasure
We give without measure.
EMILY HTJNTINGTON MILLER,
SBerben brob jld) nii^t Be-
ftagen,
Sotten fte bem Soter fcttngen,
n fiict^en bap fingett ;
, ta ; la, la ; ttefc
Irfn,
nun 6ei bem SJater
fetn;
, Ja ; ta, (a ; ta, U ; la. te.
THE PIGEON-HOUSE.
OH, see my pigeon-house so high !
Coxae,, my pretty pigeons, haste to fly !
To pleasant fields they swiftly go,
So busy gleaning to and fro,
And when they come back to rest at night,
Again I close my pigeon-house tight.
Here, in the home so snug and warm,
Live the little children safe from harm.
They pass the day in merry play,
Through woods and meadows green they stray,
But when they come back at night to rest,
Father and mother and home are "best.
When evening shadows slowly creep,
Softly coo the pigeons, nestling to sleep.
The gentle mother, wise and dear,
Her happy children gathers near,
And sings to the baby on her breast,
" The world is pleasant, but home is best."
EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER,
NAMING- THE FINGERS.
THIS is little Tommy Thumb,
Round and smooth as any plum.
This is busy Peter Pointer ;
Surely he's a double- jointer.
This is mighty Toby Tall ;
He's the biggest one of all.
This is dainty Reuben Ring ;
He's too fine for anything.
And this little wee one, maybe,
Is the pretty Finger-baby.
All the five "we've counted now,
Busy fingers in a row.
Every finger knows the way
How to work and how to play ;
Yet together work they best,
Each one helping all the rest.
LAURA E. BICHARDS*
46
,...., ., nur ju mittdf* tft.
SDief $tnacr<*)en ircigt ^ SRin-
gelem,
rein.
Dlef ^ingerdjen bttS fleinfle
Die $ingerj<tf)t gar feht befd)Het,
Unb tote loerf^ieben nun au<$ t^re
aben finb,
@o j!nb fie eintg bo$ Betfammen,
Jiebe? $inb.
49
THE OKEETDHJ.
Now see them here,
These friends so dear,
As they together meet ;
With bows polite,
And faces bright,
Each other they will greet :
" Oh, how do yon do ?
And how do yon do ?
And how do yon do again ?
And how do yon do ?
And how do yon do ? "
Say all these children ten.
EMILIE POULSSON*
2>u aumdjen neig 1 bid),
2>u Sefget; fltecf 1 bid),
2)u Kleiner butf 1 bti|,
, }a !
ntijget burd) jter-
51
THE FAMILY,
THIS is the loving mother,
Always good and dear;
This is the busy father,
Brave and full of cheer;
This is the merry brother,
Grown so strong and tall ;
This is the gentle sister,
This the baby small;
And here they all together meet,
This whole glad family complete.
EMILIE POULSSON,
unb $Qftafier Heft utifc gut.
2)a3ifibte rofjmama,
5Da0 ifl ber r D f p a p a ,
tft ber SB a t e r ,
StoStft bte gutter,
Heine ^inbc^en {a
etot bte goitje % a mil it ba*
if! tie Gutter, tteb unb qut;
tit ber Sntfcer, long unb $r
bte cfowejier, 'nut
im
Unb btc tft ba3 fltnb$en,
ttein unb ^o
Unb bte Die gamtlte wn gittcr S!rt,
25te
2>a3 Sflet^te nb ute in greuben
Wafft
53
THE FAMILY.
This is the mother, so busy at home,
Who loyes her dear children, whatever may
come.
This is the father, so brave and so strong,
Who works for his family all the day long.
This is the brother, who'll soon be a man ;
He helps his good mother as much as he can.
This is the sister, so gentle and mild,
Who plays that the dolly is her little child.
This is the baby, all dimpled and sweet;
How soft his wee hands and his chubby pink feetf
Father, and mother, and children so dear,
Together you see them, one family here.
EMILIE POULSSOIT.
55
57
NUMBERING THE FINGERS.
THE thumb is one.
The pointer two,
The middle finger three !
Eing finger four,
Little finger fire.
And that is all, you see.
Now we have put them all to bed,
A quiet sleep to take,
And softly sing a lullaby,
Lest they too early wake.
Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby,
All hushed and still the birdies sit
Upon the branches high.
The flowerets hang their pretty heads,
The wind sings lullaby,
Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby.
EMILIB POULSSO&
dm $oitmt$en (<$' id)
Seta I) a u m dj e n fag 1 tc() to*,
33etm 3etflefiitger: 3rf/
SSeim SDHttelftnger: >ret,
SSetm Sling finger: Sier,
Setm ffeinen finger anf id) fctge,
in '* SBcttcfjen at( 1 gelegt,
(S^tafen, fclned fti^ meBr regt ;
tiff, bad ?em$ ju frity erwac&e*
61
THE FINGER PIANO.
LISTEN, children dear,
The lovely music hear ;
Little fingers downward go-
Hark ! the answer, sweet and lows
La! la! la! etc.
Rippling, sparkling in the sun,
See the laughing brooklets run.
Tell us, brooklet, in your play,
Tell the song you sing to-day,
Up and down the fingers go,
Brooklets singing as they flow,
Now the merry lark on high
Carols sweetly from the sky ;
"Wide he spreads his fluttering wings,,
Showering gladness as he sings.
Up and down the fingers go ;
'Tis the lark's song here below.
Thus the hand, so small a thing,
Still may sweetest music bring.
Fingers, you must move along,
You may help to make the song.
Up and down the fingers go,
"Waken, music, sweet and low!
KATE L. BEOTO
8r$!)rf($ fate mcin $?nb cfflettt, inntg fotelt tnein erj f 3 n Sftftj, ginger ge^en cwf uub a6, i
t tfm bo| ein fiiebi$i fetn. tngt i?m boc& etn fileb baju. S3alb in Ijrttt nb 6&b
:* SercljfeinS ieb erfltngt,
2 6 5 B4"34"-: S _4 2, 1 2 3 4 y 3 rf***^^ <*^L,
e feine Slitgei fd^ingt ; tnb no^> fd)ttjac^ nb ffnb no(^ llcitt ^^^^4^J
5o bag ^tngerfpiet fl^ regt, SDennod), fc^aut I f^on f^ielt e$ f^Sn,
HAPPY BROTHERS AND SISTERS.
FIVE brothers and sisters,
Busy all the day ;
Light goes, night comes,
Sleepy now are they.
Say the prayer softly,
Close the tired eyes :
<( May our heavenly Father
Watch us till we rise ! "
Happy, happy children,
Fast asleep are you.
Drop the head ! go to bed !
"We are sleepy too !
LAUEA B. RICHARDS,
CHILD'S PRAYER.
HEAVENLY Father, day is done,
And the quiet night begun ;
Thou hast kept me through the day,
Keep me through the night, I pray.
And, dear Father, while I share
In thy tender love and care,
Help me every day to be
An obedient child to thee.
HENRIETTA R. ELIOT.*
* The following lines are suggested by Mrs, Eliot as an alter*
native to first stanza of this poem :
Now I lay me down to sleep :
Heavenly Father, wilt thou keep
Me and those I love all night,
For with thee 'tis always light.
64
left fytet bte cfdinctiier dine arm,
<3te ftnlen etnaubcr fanft -JXvm in Sinn ;
inb miibe sou fce8 Siag? sf^afte,
Unb tobtten fammeht neue ^raj'te.
un f($lafen eiit,
3f]t Sc&en fie befcWen fein,
Sent MenScjeber gans aH:in,
2)er Sater tbnen u
afen fie etn in v3Utcr
2)er fur afle ID a
at nun auf
t^nen bann fanft bte Sleugtctn
, ^tnbien Su mem, ein
Unb ratafe, fc&Iafe in fu'per
65
"THE CHILDREN ON THE TOWER.
Two hands and eight little fingers,,
And two little Grandmothers Thumb.
Tis long since they met, but they never f orget f
So a- visiting now they come,
*' How do yon do ? " and " How do you do ? "
With nods and "bows they say,
*' How do you do ? " and " How do you do f
And what is the news to-day ? "
They tell of their making baskets ;
They tell of eggs in the nest ;
They tell the loves of the soft white doves
That flutter and sink to rest ;
They tell of the little fishes
That wriggle their little tails ;
They tell of the baker, the pat-a-cake
Whose kindness never fails ;
They tell of the vane on the steeple-,
How this way and that it goes ;
Of Peter the mower, who hour by hour,
The grass &nd the clover-top mows.
66
,,
)urm tooITn wtr
S>a fann man gar toett urn
fefot;
3)a ijl 1 fo fd&gn, fo fdjiht, fo
fd)6n !
J)ie S)aumd)en fagen ; Sir blei*
6cn i^u ^a0 f
2Btr ge^cn tfcber ing
awS*
gtnger^cn jMgett ben 5{)urm
t,
SDaf man fie fanm noc& feften
famu
@ie ftclgen fo I)o
iiu &o !
2)a fatl'n fie in ein
tiefc*
67
"But all the stories are told now,
And what, oh, what shall we do ?"
"We'll climb the tower this very hour,
And there admire the view."
Thus cry the children gladly,
But each little Grandmother Thumb,
She courtesys so, and she says " No ! no !
I will not, will not come !
We'll go to church together,
As good little grandmothers do,
And there well wait but don't be late I-
Yes, there we'll wait for you.
And while in church we're waiting,
A little prayer we'll say,
And thanks we'll give for the days we lire,
And thanks for the children gay,"
The children climb the tower,,
And up and up they go ;
Like fairies small look one and all,
Still mounting in a row.
Now higher still, and higher,
With never a fear of a fall,
Till one he stumbles, and one he tumbles,
And down come toppling all !
And down comes the tower itself, too,
On top of the churchah me !
'Oh, what a smashing! oh, what a crashing!
And where can the children be ?
See ! creeping out from the ruins
By ones and twos they come ;
And, deary me ! at last we see
Each good little Grandmother Thumb. ~
* ( Oh, bless us now ! " and, " Oh, kiss us now !
And, " Listen, my dears, to me :
Another day, whatever you say,
More careful we all must be ! "
LAURA E.
70
"71
THE CHILD AND THE MOO&
SEE the moon, baby,
Biding so high !
Will it come, maybe,
Down from the sky ?
<s Moon, come and play now f
Pray you, with me ! "
" Nay, my dear, nay, now
That can not be.
In my blue home here
Always I stay;
Yet while I roam here,
Dear, we can play.
Silver beams gliding
Down to your feet,
Seeking and hiding,
Play with you, sweet !
E'en when above you
Clouds hide my face,
Still I will love you,
There in my place.
When the clouds fleeting
Leave my sky clear,
Bright shines my greeting,
Loving and dear.
If your part you'll do,
I will do mine ;
Yours, to be good and true ;
Mine, just to shine ! "
LAURA E. RICHARDS,
74
.fromm, $linbdjen, fefym ben SDfomb,
SJerbort am ^imrne
,,$omm, ajfomb, fontm bo*
$ter$er gum liefcen htb I "
t)I fam 1 id) ju 2>fr gent,
^o!)n 1 id) act? ju fern,
:u bcm olauen
Jpter often it
2Beil id) fann Eommen nic^t,
Urn ^ iittbieit p erfrcuit,
@i^i(l 1 1(^ bent milben <Bd^
Uttb bin idj oiid) ntcfet na^,
SB'tn idj in ieb 1 bo^ ba.
el, ^inbt^en, nut re^t fromm,
Son 3eit ju S^it t<^ fomm
Unbfr
S)tr mein
2Bir fitwgett un$ bann beibe,
emeinfam n jitr _
' ', leb 1 tto^f! meiu 0tottb
SOlit &ebe, Bebe lo^nt."
75
THE CHILD AND THE MOON.
te BKIGHT, round moon in the starry sky,
Sailing above the steeple high,
I am so glad yonr face to see,
Come from your far-off place to me ! "
" Dear little child, if I come to thee,
Who will shine for the ships at sea ?
And how will the traveller find his way,
Unless in my far-off place I stay ? "
" Bright, round moon, you may shine for all,
Sailing above the steeple tall.
Thanks I give for your friendly light,
Beautiful moon ! Good-bye ! good-night ! "
EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER.
THE LITTLE BOY AND THE MOON.
PRETTY moon, your face I see
Just above the garden tree.
Are you smiling now for me ?-
Moon so brightly smiling !
Yellow moon, so bright, so near,
In the sky so soft and clear,
I can almost reach you here
Moon so softly shining !
Bring the ladder strong and new,
Now I know what I will do :
I will climb and sail with you
Moon so slowly sailing !
EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLEE,
76
,,2Jtatter! Sftonb pefirt!" faratf)
( ba fltnb auf SKutteratme,
SBett cmsflrecfenb fefynenb feme
ftetnen Slrme,
ant ftaren fyimmtl e beit
SJoflntonb faf) ;
SJenn^esS glaufctc fl<$ bemfelfeen
bfittift jtttfi.
"' :e Setter mugte fein, um
... ,'onb p fteigen,
SBoflten air fo ^>o^ tort cfeen
tfin erreic^en ! "
leid) ba $htb6eit bet bet Gut-
ter ftcbron SBort
) ber naBen @d)opfe, a(d bet
i Setter Ori,
<Setne Slrme ajenbet, nb &ertrau*
enb fagt :
(2)enn $um 9J?onb ju gefien iljm
77
THE LITTLE MAIDEN AND THE STARS.
How the stars begin to peep
In the sky, so pure and bright ;
Baby soon must go to sleep
She must bid the stars good-night.
Little feet are tired of play ;
Come, my darling, come away !
"See the mother-star, so dear !
With her little children small!
And the father watching near-
Pretty stars, I love you all !
When I shut my eyes to sleep
All the night your watch you keep.
"Father-star, so big and bright,
Close beside them do you stay ?
Are there posies, red and white,
In the meadows where they play ?
Do you shake the dreamland tree
Every night for them and me ?
" Mother-star, I wish I knew
How your babies go to bed ;
Do they run as chickens do,
Hiding every yellow head ?
Do you tuck them, soft and deep,
In a fleecy cloud to sleep ? "
Come, my darling ! while you sleep
On your pillow, soft and white,
Stars will through your window peep,
Smiling, "Baby, dear, good-night I
Sweetly dream and safely rest
In your pretty cradle nest I "
EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLEB,
78
"SBoM ridjtig njifl >fr beuffi- f
ten
>er
e fo firafitcnb set^cn,
'
belt:.
SDody fdjaue ouc^ urntcr
25er ffemen Sterne Jpccr,
THE LIGHT-BIRD.
CHILD.
BIKDIE, gleaming on the wall,
Gleaming,
Gleaming,
Are you coming when I call,
Or am I dreaming ?
MOTHER.
'Tis the light-bird,
A very bright bird,
That is gleaming on the wall
'Tis the light-bird,
A very bright bird,
But it will not heed your call
*$tt>oglem an fcer SSatifc.
n an ber SBanb,
tit mir bodj etnmd @tan
bid) bod) son mir flretfen !
itgt md)t umljer fo fd)toeifen !
ieb SJogleht an ber 2Banb,
Salt mir bod) einmal tanb !
wttcr *
Sa3 SBBgtein tfl nur Setter fteht,
2)en ionnen ntd)t gretfcn bie Jpanb"
d)en thin,
jteerfreuterbaS etjd)en rein.
So if! e tm Seben Bel Bieten
jiatten,
ie taffett ftdf) fefi mit ber
ittdjt Batten ;
Sod) faffetflelei^tein jartercr inn,
Unb fceiben ifi e* bann I)p^er etoinn*
81
CHILD.
Fve seen the moonbeams in the night
Streaming,
Streaming,
The little stars that twinkle bright
Like fireflies seeming,
MOTHER.
Like the light-bird,
Like the bright bird,
That is gleaming on the wall-
Like the light-bird,
Like the bright bird,
They will not heed your call
MOTHER AND CHILD,
The sun, the moon, the twinkling stars,
The rainbow in the skies,
A mother's smile, a father's love,
We catch them with our eyes ;
"We can not hold them in our hand,
Yet from them need not part,
For when we've caught them with our eyes ;
We hold them in our heart,
ELIZABETH CHARLESS LE BOURGEOIS.
THE SHADOW RABBIT.
HEY, the rabbit I ho, the rabbit ! ,
See, the rabbit on the wall
Pricks his ears, for that's his habit
Pricks them up and lets them fall.
Pretty rabbit, stay, now I
Come with me and play, now !
No, ah, no ! he will not stay ;
Up he jumps and springs away.
Now the rabbit sits upright,
Munching grass with all his might
See him wrinkle up his nose !
What's that for, do you suppose ?
Rabbit, shall I feed you ?
"No, I do not need you !
Babbits made upon the wall
Feed themselves or not at all."
ein .SpctSdjen fontmt gegangen
n ber 2Banb baljet;
' htfc&eit ! otlen f4>nett eS fan=
gen,
S)o d> eg I&uft gar feBr
ten 1 SBie 1 <s feine Defjrdjen fjjf^et,
Icubt, e
SStec
ctf 1 t fein grim
d)au, icfet
Unfer fletnc^ ntwntre^
, jid) '8 ganj barnteber fauert
SJenn e^ fte^t, ber Sager kmert :
3>auf ! fcer Sagcr tat g
;-r serbroffcn :
9hm ift c8 baioon gefprungen,
ift au^gefungen.
85
Down our rabbit cowers now;
Sure, some danger lowers now !
See, the hunter with his gun
Thinks he's going to have some fun,
Puff! the bullet's flying!
Is our rabbit dying ?
Not a bit, for see him run!
Babbits, too, can have their fun!
LAURA E, RICHARDS.
87
THE WOLF.
FKOM the dark greenwood,
From the forest fair,
Up comes a gray wolf,
Trotting here and there.
See how lank and thin is he I
Hungry must the creature be.
In the wood are berries sweet,
But such things he will not eat.
So he goes a-hunting
Through the meadows fair,
Sniffing, snuffing,
Prowling here and there.
"Wolf, you shall not bear away
Tender kid or lamb to-day ;
For I see the hunter stand
With his trusty gun in hand.
LAUEA E. RICHABB&
>te& ! tommt au^ etn SB I f baljet
fifiuft bte ^reiiji unb louft bie Quer
t tint tcoM ber Jpuncjer ^
S)od), er iDttt nidjt grii^tc cjfen,
n etn Sftter^en freffen ;
S)arum madjt cr auf fi
aber ttiff 1 nid)t lelben,
8Botf ba^ SRattben and) ni^t nteibert
, ba e fnattt,
, ber SDBolf iji f^on im SBcft*
91
THE WILD PIG-.
FROM the green oak wood,
Where the acorns lie,
Up comes a wild pig,
Grunting low and high.
Children do not often see
Such a piggy- wig as he !
With his long and slender snout
See him rooting all about,
Poking here, and poking there,
Grubbing up his simple fare,
Roots and nuts and acorns sweet,
Such as piggies love to eat,
Hark ! a rustling in the bush !
Off goes piggie with a rush ;
Grunting, squealing, there he goes,
Where the forest thickest grows ;
And the hunter, brave and gay,
Will not dine on pig to-day !
LAUEI B, RICHARDS,
(segment*
a bent flrtat (Stffyentoatb,
3Bo bes SBtfte* f ufettty
! fommt auc^ etn
ba&er,
Sfiuft bte freuj unb Icittft tie
quer,
fift Sftaljruttg ffir ben
V . agcn :
? f idjeln mujfen tftm
ter feinen fdjraa
Brfi S)u fie e toadfer htaetat.
THE LITTLE WINDOW.
PEEK-A-BOO, light ! beautiful light,
Shining so clear through my window bright,
Down from the sky swiftly you fly-
Peek-a-boo, beautiful light !
Peek-a-boo, light ! beautiful light !
Making the fields and meadows so bright ;
Flowers in the grass smile as you pass-
Peek-a-boo, beautiful light !
Peek-a-boo, light ! beautiful light !
Love is the sunshine that makes the heart bright
Pure we would be, shining like thee
Peek-a-boo, beautiful light !
EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER.
THE LITTLE WINDOW,
IN the water, pure and clear,
Light loves to play ;
In the dewdrop's glittering sphere
Shines the captured ray ;
But the firm and solid wall
Gives no gleam of light at all
, fdjau 1 mein flared gen
ftertetn,
f^etnt 1 3 id)t tit 1 $
ofl !Dld) ftetg freim
8$etn,
uft Du aui^ fetit
8to6t fteb unb retn*
95
Through, the parting clouds on hign
Streams the sunlight there !
Look ! for in the brightening sky
Shines the rainbow fair !
Light can turn the storm-cloud gray
All to gold and crimson gay.
Light is pure and good and fair,
And it loves to rest
Ever on the things that are
Brightest, ay, and best.
Then with smiling faces bright
Let us greet the loving light !
LAUBA E. RICHARDS.
THE WINDOW.
" COME, lovely light, and shine on us,
And make us warm and bright.
You shine on us ; well gaze on you,
For day has conquered night.
In thankful praise of your bright rays,
We lift our happy voices ;
For you lo ve us, and we love you,
And all the world rejoices."
a Dear child, the sun has sent me down
To make another day,
And help you tread the path of right
By brightening your way.
In thankful praise of his bright rays,
Then,, lift your happy voices ;
For you love him, and he loves yon,
And all the world rejoices/'
GEORGE HYDE PAGE.
1 3 f)ette gertflerfein,
! fcmmt ba 2id)t ftereht ;
agt: ^Dftkfyr gent beim
fettt,
1 ba^felfae gent erfreun*
,/ H uifqu(I. uijaud ! bit
'
hn flewttfen ffytett,
$omm' fcfyon son bet Sonne 1)
> 1 ben SJeg c^ar bait)
3Betf id) an metn $htb gcba&t :
Jtebt jia beOeg Std>t,
bason, metn
97
THE CHARCOAL BURNER.
WHY does the charcoal burner stay
Up in the forest by night and day ?
He chops the trees, and he piles the wood,
And burns it slow to the charcoal good.
The blacksmith's hammer goes "Kling ! Tdang !
Iding I
Charcoal ! charcoal hurry and bring !
For how can I shoe the pony's f eet,
Without good charcoal the iron to heat ? "
The charcoal burner is black and grim,
But thanks for Ms labour we owe to him ;
He chops the trees with a whack! whack!
whack !
And burns the wood to the charcoal black.
Knives and hatchets, shovels and rakes,
Shoes for the pony, the blacksmith makes.
The bellows blow and the hammers beat,
But he must have charcoal the iron to heat.
EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER,
flTefn Ift bie $5ftert$tte, faum
fur pci 2ftenf$en fat tfe
Sftaum ;
ntutb,
Der ^6Wcr mit feinen
Unb btefc bie c^mtebe cf SCBflgeiT
abboten.
ic fiinnte man SKeffer, a*
beln, SSffet fonflmae^en
Unb nod) bie nii|Iic^en anberen
et mit orgfalt bte
ntc^t.
99
THE CARPENTER,
BUSY is the carpenter ;
At his work he stands.
Oh, the wonders he can do
With Ms skilful hands!
Sawing now, the long, long hoards
Shorter soon he makes ;
And the rough is quickly smoothed
When the plane he takes,
By his work the crooked soon
Straight and even grows ;
Curved he changes into flat ;
Wondrous skill he shows !
Thus he works so busily,
But we hear him say
" Here a board, and there a board,
Pray, what use are they ?"
So the carpenter at last
All together brings,
Kails the boards and timbers fast-
How his hammer rings !
Thus a cosy house he builds
Where the child may live ;
And for this the grateful child
Love and thanks will give*
EMILIK POULSSON.
102
nttr nur ben
feltne tajt cr utcn fanu
fmngt er jum tutj ;
ang ijt ma^t er !urj ;
mad)t er grab ;
adjt er glatt ;
s frumm l|i, aa^t er gtcid) ;
@o tfl an titnfi er rettfy.
Sum anjen fdjnett er'^ fu'gt;
was lontm
u Salfen totrb ein
v gute Sinb,
JDaf c^ b'rht item
2Hc fcrgfam e
SSor eel 1 - unb Sci
Sen 3tmw
103
104
105
THE BRIDGE.
THE brook is flowing merrily ;
Its waters swiftly glide ;
A little child looks longingly
Beyond its rippling tide.
Across the brook are pretty ferns,
And oh, such lovely moss !
And flowers that seem to nod at him
And beckon him across.
But dark the water flows between;
The stream is deep and wide ;
No way the little child can find
To reach the other side.
But soon there comes a carpenter,
"Who works with busy hands,
And builds a bridge that safe and strong
Above the water stands.
" Oh, thanks to you, good carpenter ! "
The child calls out in glee ;
"Now I can reach the other side
Where I have longed to be."
Then on the bridge the happy child
Buns back and forth at will,
Although beneath, so deep and wide,
The brook is flowing still.
EMILIE POULSSON,
106
befefcn
Unb fcwn bod) nicijt liter bas SBaffer
'
um tben fuf^rt iibet ba
fein
fommt ilfhfc ber 3tttcrtttann r
bauet ben tec;.
on Buben nadj briiben
geben nun Jann,
l ,2)u gefi^tifter Simmer
mann,
107
THE BRIDGE.
WHEKE the stream flows swift and fair.
How shall I cross over ?
In the golden meadows there
Gaily nods the clover,
" Bring the beam, and bring the plank !
Build a bridge from bank to bank ! "
To my friends and playmates dear
How shall I be showing
All the love that daily here
In my heart is growing ?
"You must play the joiner's part-
Build a bridge from heart to heart ! "
Every loving word you say
Makes the bridge the stronger ;
Helpful deeds from day to day
Make it last the longer,
Love and joy will banish strife !
So the bridge shall last your life !
LAURA E. RICHARDS,
108
109
THE FARMYAED GATE.
JOHNNY, shut the farmyard gate I
Quick,, or yon will be too late !
Don't you hear the pony neigh ?-
" Let us have some fun to-day !
Woods and waters I can see :
Come and try a race with me ! "
Pretty cow says : "Moo-oo-oo !
Wait for me ; Fm coining too.
I should like to eat my fill
In the pasture bright and still
I should like to stand and drink
At the little brook's green brink/'
" Baa ! " the sheep say, " let us go
Where the milk-white daisies grow
On the hillsides, warm and steep ;
We can nibble grass, or sleep.
Come, old Rover, lead the way
You will keep us safe to-day."
Lazy pig, with sleepy eyes,
On the straw contented lies ;
Chickens peep and pigeons coo ;
Loud the cock is crowing too ;
Ducks in glossy feathers dressed,
Quack and chatter with the rest.
Hurry, Johnny do not wait !
Quickly shut the farmyard gate !
Cow, and sheep, and pony dear,
We must keep you safely here !
Bird and bee, you need not stay :
You have wings to fly away.
EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER,
110
2Ba$ fott bief fcin ? n
foil 1 3fHn,
UttS fiiljrettb in ben > o f Jtneht :
j)a fprtngen bie $K
2)o fl'.efien bie
Do fdniattern tie (M
3)a qttalcn fcte (hitd^en,
5Da l^tpcn tie ^iiln
frfi&et ber Jp
fummcn tie Stendjett,
2)a ntukt bie
2)a mSftet ba^ ^a
Molet ba
^run^et baS dwcttt ;
ntit feft ^cr[d)Ioffen fete
S)a tttdjW lauft fort,
it jebeS Heifct an fetnem Ott
ill
THE FARMYARD GATE.
Oh, what a clatter !
Now what's the matter ?
The sheep they hurry,
The chickens scurry,
The calf is bawling,
The farmer calling,
* Johnny, run, and shut the gate !
The cock is crowing,
The cows are lowing,
The ducks are quarking,
The dogs are barking,
The ass is braying,
The horse is neighing :
Johnny ! run, and shut the gate !
The birds are singing,
The bell is ringing,
The pigs are squeaking,
The barn door creaking,
The brook is babbling,
The geese are gabbling :
" Johnny ! run, and shut the gate ! "
MES. FOLLEN (adapted by Emily Huntington Miller).
112
118
THE GARDEK GATE,
PRETTY garden gate, we pray you
Open wide, and let us go
Where the merry fountain dances,
Where the sweet white lilies grow.
Open, pretty gate, we pray !
Open, flowers, for now 'tis day I
In the wind so gently rocking,
Here the mother rose is seen ;
And her baby buds are peeping
Through their blankets soft and green*
Baby buds, make haste to grow
While the summer breezes blow !
Darling violets, are you hiding
In the grass your eyes so blue ?
Never fear that we shall harm you
We will only smile on you.
Eoses red and lilies white,
Violets sweet, good -by ! good-night!
EMILY HUNTIMTON MILLER,
114
,,SBa* fofl bad fdrt ?
Sin $1)01! in fccn <utett,
ortitTte btt firtner
S)ie Stii
Son mattc[>er!et SIrten t
3)ie buft'gen unb flatten,
Oftfattftebefytarteti,
tttete ctepaartcn,
rtetu
mitf bo^l fcerfdtfoffeit fetn,
3)a nidjtl mir ftort tie SBIiim^ett fetn
115
THE LITTLE GARDENER.
COME, children, with me to the garden away ;
The plants are all waiting our coming to-day ;
In heat and in sunshine is drooping each leaf y
But the children are coming to bring them relief.
Trinkle trink ! trinkle trink !
How the drops shine and wink,
As the poor thirsty plants hold their heads up to
drink !
" All thanks, little children ! " each bud seems to
say;
, u All thanks for the love that you show us to*
day!
Now beauty and perfume shall bless you each
one,
In loving return for the good you have done.
Twinkle t wink! twinkle twink I
Now like stars see us wink !
For kindness brings kindness, so flowers all
think."
LAURA E. RICHAEDS.
116
SDiir Hdne (Partner.
, tcir woflen in ten arten,
tie $flan$ctKn tort u tcarteu ;
3Bollen "
ie ,f nbfp^en fUb entf^tiefen.
n fid) entfattun nun ;
"Duft,
SBomtt fte uur^wurjen tie ganje
Suft.
117
THE WHEELWRIGHT.
MARCH together and never stop !
Here we go to the wheelwright's shop !
Wheelwright, show us the way you do,
Making the wheel so round and true.
Turning fast and turning slow,
Tliis is the way the wheel must go !
This is the auger, slim and long,
Turned by the wheelwright's hands so strong.
Straight and steady the auger goes,
And smooth and true the hole it grows.
Turning steady and turning slow,
This is the way the auger must go !
These are the spokes, all shaped aright ;
This is the hub that holds them tight;
This is the rim of iron and wood
To finish my wheel so useful and good.
Turning fast and turning slow,
This is the way the wheel must go !
EMILY HUNTINGTOST MILLER,
118
Unb em f(^one* Sod) entftefc 1
ab jut JBerrc tftim
3>k gc^et wun tmmer : runb urn,
Sduitb urn, runt) urn, runb um !
119
120
121
122
S)er tf$ter
Sifter, fable ben ifd) mtr glatt
a er Jetne
r, fioble
Sang, tang, fong !
cr, 5o6fe tie San! ;
bfe fie re$t blanl
128
THE JOINER.
Plane, plane, plane-
Joiner, follow the grain!
Smooth as silk the table grows;
Not a break the fibre shows.
Plane, plane, plane-
Joiner, follow the grain!
Strong, strong, strong,
Push the plane along !
Make the bench all glossy white ;
."Hot a splinter leave in sight.
Strong, strong, strong,
Push the plane along!
NORA ARCHIBALD SMITH,
124
125
THE KNIGHTS AND THE GOOD CHILD.
GALLOPING fast and galloping free,
Who comes a-riding so swift to me ?
" Five brave knights with their plumes so gay.
What do you seek, good knights, to-day ? "
" Over the world we ride to find
The child that is loving and good and kind"
" This is the child so dear!
Brave knights, you see him here ! "
" child, be always good and gay.
Now gallop and gallop and gallop away,"
EMILY HUNTIKGTON
126
Sunf SRetter !ommen tm boften auf,
<Sie retten fat ben $of f)eraitf.
wottt tl)r benn, i^r better
fc^Sn ? "
,,2Bir mgi^tctt Sein IteS
s0lan fagt, e* fet wle 1 Xaubilen gut,
frozen
tootte guttg e un3 jetgen,
2)a it)m ftti un
itt, fo fe^t meiit
, fet
Sag bcr-SRutter SKuV futi
inb ift Ste&e
itnb f^reub 1 fet SDtr fiefc^ert,
lr na<^ $aufe brtngen,
Sleb om guten ^trtb tutr |?ngen"
.127
THE KNIGHTS AND THE BAD CHILD.
HERE come riding the knights so gay.
" Any good children here/' they say,
" Ready to ride with trumpet in hand,
To visit the happy children's land ? "
" Ah, brave knights, you will all be sad
To know that my child is selfish and bad/'
"It grieves us much to say
He cannot ride to-day.
Only good children with us can go."
Then away and away the knights ride slow.
EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLEE
128
(Eft reiten Me Wetter tm want Sattf,
Site tettett in ben $of ^
2Ba3 wottt t^r benrt, i^r better fd)i ; n ?
,,, f S5Jtr m6c(>ten gem SDein
, Me SMtet, eg fiSreit gar frtr,
3$ brtttg 1 * tti^t su u<^ Slettettt'
tfi fo miirrff^, eg iji fo Irau*.
3 Balb ju
, bief tut un3 ia gar j Seib,
ajfit fd&imett Sieb$rt wit^ gerrt erfreut;
dj ie$t ir reiten fort tnt cuf
Unb fuc^en un3 frommere ^inber f." <;
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129
130
THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER.
JINGLE! jingle! jingle!
Hop! hop! hop!
See, the knights are passing
Stop ! oh, stop !
Now my child is happy,
Gentle, good, and true ;
He can go a-riding,
A-riding with yon.
A-riding, a-riding, over hill and dell,
But bring him back at evening, because we love
him well.
Fever fear, my darling.
Look, and see,
All the knights are smiling,
Smiling at me.
You shall stay with mother
Till you older grow ;
Then my bonny soldier
A-riding shall go.
A-riding, a-riding, over hill and dell,
But you'll come back at evening, because we love
you well.
EMILY HUNTIN-GTON" MILLER.
132
Sfittf letter fommen im uoSen rafien,
<5te ttoJTn fo gent metn ^mb^en fyctfceit.
,,2)u, mettt ^inbi^en, tierjiecEe Sid),
2)a^ bte Steitet nt^t ftnben 25{^/
Better, tiefee Writer,
Sfeftetimmer toettet;
SBttt^ (Sitc& futj setfmtbett,
o relten fie fort fan alo^p.
n, fdjau nun fcSMi^ auf,
S)ie SRetter tettcn bason im auf."
TEE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER.
I HEAE the bugle sounding
So merry and so clear ;
The knights come gaily riding
They want thee, child, I fear.
Now hide thee quick, my darling,
And nestle close to me,
For not one dimpled finger
The gallant knights shall see!
You can not have my darling,
So do not linger here ;
Safe in my heart I'll keep Mm,
He is so good and dear,
Bow do not tarry longer,
But swiftly ride away !
Peep out and smile, my laddie,
And bid the knights Good-day !
EMILY HUNTIMCON MILLEE,
184
135
HIDE AND SEEK.
WHERE are you, my baby ?
You've left me alone.
Wholl tell me, who'll tell me
Where baby is gone ?
IVe missed Mm so long;
He's far, far away,
Fll thank any one
Who will bring him to stay,
Why, here in my arms
My dear baby lies !
We often look far
For what's under our eyes.
HENRIETTA R, ELIOT.
186
<Sag mir, JEW iettefi 2)u ?
2Ber fagt, c weln ^inb^en tjl ?
3$ I)ob 1 fo tang e^ fdjon tiermipt;
S<i> fhib 1 ea ntc&t am alten Dtt :
Sort ift cr, fort ; fort fort, fort fort.
SBer mit fann metn ^infa^en jeigen,
Sc&onfien 22anl ltt idf> t^nt reidjen.
3)a tjl ' nun ba, bag ^inbc^en ia ;
SSar bent ^crjen ia fo ital) I
,,6o fann^ tm Sefcen oft gef^e^n,
Saf wan ba$ 3la^fte nt^t" fantt fe^n
137
THE CUCKOO!
CUCKOO! cuckoo!
The cuckoo calls you, dear.
Cuckoo! cuckoo!
Call tack, and lie will hear.
Cuckoo! cuckoo!
The cuckoo is alone.
Cuckoo! cuckoo!
He wants my little one.
HENRIETTA E. ELIOT,
Sluf 1 t&rt
uifg(f !
Set Uudutf ifl fo ganj attein,
gefunten ntein ,ftinfc^en fietjt,
fie ftD!;ti^ &et|ammen fein*
139
THE TOYMAN AND THE MAIDEN.
LISTEN ! listen, mother dear,
How the bells are ringing !
" Christmas times will soon be here"
That is what they're singing.
All the boys and girls are out
In the frosty weather ;
I can hear them laugh and shout,
As they talk together.
All the shops with toys are gay,
Such a pretty showing ;
Mother, dear, this very day
Let us too be going.
Don't you think if Santa Glaus
Down this way were straying,
He would stop and smile to hear
What the folks were saying ?
I am sure if he should see
Just what I was choosing,
Such a wise old dear as he
Would not be refusing.
Mother, dear, your little maid
Will not fret or tease you ;
All the year Fve surely tried
To be good and please you.
But if I should give your hand
Just a little squeezing
When the loveliest doll I see,
Would you call that teasing ?
EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER.
140
teller,
flffe* tjl firtttWian!, ifl niebH^-itnb fete
2Betm,
djett fommt,
* i^m, STmafie fci Her ^toefen ;
^ moc&te fitr jle tta @^rte auSlefert,
.^ -vwwv i iv ui|n.uc, unv ipmo ana; iijr jrwitnt
*^ ic fei ete gwteJ, ein toi%S ^inb,
f% auf SBtnf e unb Sorte gefd&atitb
142
SBater, SJater ! fet fo gut,
9ltrmrt co$ 3)etnen (ejtotf unb Jput;
Sa IMS fftnett jwm tfaufmann ge$n,
Sltt 1 fetn @d)6ne^ p 6efefn :
c^afe, Whiter, Jpirt unb J^eerbe,
Itnb sor aflem rafAe 9)ferbe ;
Setter, $ctter! bttte, bitt 1 ,
iimm mitf) bod) ^urn jRaufmann mft.
briftfeftia&rmortt iji ja kut,
2)er fo id)one @ad)en 6cut.
e, fannfi tocftf nttt tntr ge^en,
'tt 1 fetn fchBrtcS p befeften ;
n* boA mu t4 Sir sertraun j
SDic ai^en ben Safer $ar ftnfter
SBenn tbn etn Hetner ^nabe beglettet,
SBeli^er nicbt fotflt,.bft* 4!ed)te nic&t metbet;
SBetcber nt^t immer if} fletfng unb gut,
Ser ni^t ft,at flnmc^en, ftoben SRutfe.
Unb toenn bem Sater fur ^ $tnb nii^ts gefaWt,
2)a0 SftrljWlnt^ett aitd) ffir ben ^tiaben nti^W
SBater, ntetn SJoter J o tontm nur unb fomm !
SGBiH |d)on re^t tud)itg fetn, macEer un-b fromtn.
148
THE TOYMAN AND TEE BOY,
" HASTEN, dear father, and come with, me
The toyman's wonderful shop to see!
We must tell the toyman what to say,
If Santa Clans happens to come his way,"
u But what if Santa Clans asks me, dear,
' Has this little child hen good this year ?'
For books, and puzzles, and games, and toys^
Are not for idle and selfish boys."
" Then tell him, father, that every day
I try to be loving and quick to obey ;
And every year, as I older grow,
I shall be wiser and better, I know."
" Now, toyman, what can you show me hero
To please a child that is good and dear ?"
"Beautiful things I have to sell ;
I am too busy their names to tell.
144
11
145
Here are trnmpets to blow, and drums to beat ;
Here are knights and soldiers, and horses fleet ;
Here are bows and arrows, and sleds to use,
And games and puzzles, and books to choose."
e Toyman, listen ! perhaps some day,
Santa Glaus may be coming this way ;
Here is a message to slip in his hand ;
I think good Santa will understand.
He may bring a drum, and a fine new sled
Swift as an arrow, and painted red ;
A pair of skates, and a book that tells
Of knights and fairies and Christmas bells.
But tell him, toyman, in yonder street
Are poor little children with bare cold feet ;
He must bring them stockings, all warm and
new,
And caps and mittens, and playthings too.
And, toyman, lest he should happen to lack,
Here is some money to fill up his pack ;
We send them our greetings, and wish them
good cheer
For a merry Christmas and Happy New Year."
EMILY HUNTINGTOK MILLER.
146
f'prtdit,
friif)
inn
netget,
S)le
tentaitmetnidjt:
t tier Sllleitt fru
ein tyStfojicS <Stre6en aUe etnt,
n^gtu
9it^t fo fd&tter tjl 1 ^, tuie S^r mrfnt.
fctcfcr inn fet&ft in (S::c^ IcSnt,
@ee(e fctn, tion Slilcm r toad S')r thtt;
o bcm $;n
un e$ in ft(| feifcer
r tot 6tar.b, e5 tf)m ju raitben,
fm cmutfi nb etfl.
e&t bent tobc, (Htern I fc
$ btir$ fein gctn^cS ficfcen frcijl.
SKetnet nidjt, bdju fct 1 3 no^i su Seine,
Sin Sftaqnet im fteinftcn ^linielicrt,
er il)m jcigt, too ScficnielB^ung ehtc,
"*" *
14?
THE CHTJBCE
HAEK ! the church bell's pleasant sound ;
Let us go, my child,
There, where every Sunday morn
Rings the summons mild.
Through the lofty windows there
Rainbow light is streaming fair ;
From the doors, wide open thrown,
Peals the organ's solemn tone.
CHORUS-" Come ! " says the silver bell,
" Come, where the voices tell
Of the God, that dwells above,
Of the God, whose name is love."
Let your heart be pure and clean
When to church you go,
For all sweet and lovely things
There you'll learn to know.
Learn of God, who gives us all-
Birds that sing and streams that fall,
Sun and moon in glorious might,
Trees and flowers in beauty bright.
CHOKUS-" Come ! " says the silver bell, eta
God, who sends the merry breeze
Blowing here and there,
Sends the mighty storms that rage
Through the upper air ;
Yet so loving kind is he,
Every smallest leaf you see
Knows his care and does his will,
Owns his wisdom, working still.
CHORUS" Come ! " says the silver bell, etc.
In the church, so calm, so still,
When your childish heart
With a solemn joy doth fill,
That, too, is his part.
He, who loving parents gave,
Sister sweet and brother brave,
Gives the power to love and bless,
Bringing joy and happiness.
CHORUS" Come ! " says the silver bell, etc,
Once he sent, to dwell on earth ,
Jesus, blessed child,
From the hour that gave him birth
Pure and undefiled.
Try, like him, my little child,
To be gentle, kind, and mild :
For ; tis thus your love you'll show
To the God who loves you so.
CHOKUS " Come I " says the silver bell, etc.
LAURA E. RICHARDS
150
THE LITTLE AETIST.
OH, now we'll draw
stich pretty things!
See! little birds with.
outspread wings,
The sloping Mil o'er which
they fly
To reach a tree with branches
high
The tree these birdies love the
best,
Because it holds their own dear
nest.
That was the birdies' home, '
and here
We'll draw the children's home,
so dear;
And leading to the very door
Are all these steps one, two, three,
four.
152
The window now well draw, where we
Look out so many things to see.
O window clear and bright, 'tis you
That let the lovely light pass through !
When sunbeams on this mirror fall,
The light-bird dances on the wall.
Now, if you could but look
behind
The house, this rippling brook
you'd find,
Where swim so many silvery
fish:
And if to cross the brook you
wish,
Why, here's the bridge, so
safe and dry.
Shall we go over, you and I ? ;
What's this? A watering can like ^ jfj
ours,
To fill with water for the flowers.
153"
And now we draw a ladder see !
A long, long ladder it shall "be.
No wonder baby thought he soon
With this could reach the shining moon.
Now here's a cosey pigeon house,
Not hid in any leafy boughs,
But set upon this pole so tall ;
Here safely live the pigeons all,
And coo with voices
soft and low
As in and out their
house they go.
Down far below them on the
ground
The hen and chickens walk
around.
And see! a rabbit next
appears ;
bunny, you have such long
ears !
154
And Here's the farmyard gate,
which we
Should always close so carefully.
Now, for the carpenter, we'll draw
A hammer see ! and this sharp saw ;
And always gratefully we'll tell
About the house he built so well.
More friends like him we
have, so kind,
We like to bring them to
our mind.
So, baker, since our bread you bake,
An oven now for you we'll make.
And, miller, for the wheat you grind,
This flour barrel you shall find.
Good farmer, here's your harrow
now :
We'll draw, besides,, the useful
plough,-
155
A waggon, too, to load with hay.
Or grain, or fruit, some
harvest day.
And now we draw a wheel alone.,
Where hub and tire and spokes are
shown.
But look ! Far over in the
sky
A dazzling wheel shines
there on high
The glorious sun, whose spreading rays
Bring many golden, happy days.
And when night darkens all the "blue, ^ ^^7
The twinkling stars come peeping
through.
Our eyes the wondrous windows
are
Through which, we gaze on sun
and star ; '
And sometimes what we see on
high,
156
vot
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We find in beauty nearer by;
For star shapes glitter in the snow,
And star flowers, too, the meadows show.
And now we'll draw the moon, whose
light
Makes beautiful the silent night:
Sometimes a crescent, thin and clear,
Sometimes a big, round, silver sphere ;
But whether round, or like a bow,
It is the same dear moon, we know.
Now we will draw but one thing more, /^X
And that shall be the big church door.
But drawing is such happy play,
We'll surely draw again some day.
EMILIE POULSSON,
157
158
SONGS AND GAMES.
159
PLAY WITH THE LIMBS.
161
EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLEE,
Allefjro Moderate, mf
OLD ENGLISH (17th Century}.
1. Up and down and in and ont, Toss the lit - tie
2. Bye and bye, in work and play,.. They'll be bus -y
^
m
limbs a - bout;
all the day ;
Kick the pret - ty dim - pled feet ; .
"Wad -ing in the wa - ter clear,
That's the way to frrow, my sweet ! ? rr 1 A s ,
Kun-ning swift for Moth-er dear. J U P and dowl1 and
cf
*:
=--zzz^^^ni -i ft
in and out..... Toss the lit - tie limbs a -bout;
^EsE
1(52 PLAY WITH THE LIMBS. Concluded.
rail -=== * f
Tliis way and that, "With a pat - a - pat - pat, With
a tempo,
one, two, three! For each lit - tie kne<
=r =*. V >J .
a tempo.
PLAY WITH THE LIMBS.
M. J, GARLAND,
Con wioft). vnf
Adapted, from a Tyrolese Folk Song.
1, All a -bout, all a -bout Ba - by's feet are fly - ing;
Pi " hft "^^r 1
gh~-~l "'*\~^~
Press them here, Ba-by dear, While your strength ve're try - ing.
FALLING! FALLING!
16ft
EMILIE POULBSOM.
Con moto.
FEED. FIELD BULLAED, Opus 30, No. 3.
Pi M-
iw r-* " v
* -H M ^ * i* w-
Ba - by well may laugh at harm, While be -neath is Mother's arm.
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L-=-^M-U U-| i-
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Down goesBa - by with-out fear; Up conoesBa- by gai - lyhere.
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raft ^
^
a m|>o poco piu lento.
c r ttf-irt t r-^=^
AH is joy for Ba-by while In the light of Mother's smile,
&
a tempo poco piu lento.
m
164
THE WEATHERVANE.
EMILIE POULSSON.
Moderate*. ( Well accented.)
GrEOKGE L. OSGOOD.
^
This way, tliat way, turns the weath-er - vane ; This way,
that way, turns and turns a - gain : Turn - ing, point-ing,
poco rit ^
ev - er showing, How the mer - ry wind is "blow - - ing.
1 p-ft-^ : 1 J-
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THE WEATHERVANE.
EMILIE POULBSOBT. Arranged from EOBEKT KOHL, 6yE. S.
The weath - er - vane is perch'd on high, It seems as
ijil f
t j
THE WEATHERVANE. Concluded.
166
if it touch'd the sky; And just the way the
m
winds do blow, The weath - er - vane will quick - ly show.
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THE TREES.
JVom "lfwic for the Kindergarten," by ELBANOB HEERWART.
ttfe
See the trees all in a row, Gen-tly swaying to and fro;
Hark, the wind is ris - ing now, And the trees be - fore it bow;
A * "ft ' Ik Ik .. 1 P Ik Ik.
. . |
How their creaking branches sound, "While the leaves are scatter' d round;
^i-jt 1
-m- -ft- i ,,.!'* ^ *"*
166
THE TREES. Concluded.
-fS
Now the pass-ing storm is o'er, Qui-eo - ly they stand once more.
s
THE WIND MILL,
Louis C. ELSON. Arranged from ADOLPH JENSEN.
A llegretto. ^
1. The wind-mill's fans a - round they go, As fresh'ning breez-es,
2. But when the smn-rner sun-beams burn, The la - zy i'aua will
l.A .
^ fr -':> -fs N
n< P^ :r-=]
on them blow ; They crush our oats, they grind oar corn, And
scaree-ly turn; The puffs of wind come faint and slow, And
Lep^zzrarrT lJ---^l-C^j j ( M* PtiT^I 1
^
^^4-
-* 3-
9- -Of-
3
F~g
^ f_f^-f^
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U^ U-'
S_!_-i__l,
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bus y are both night and morn. "When blow the wild No
then the mill will scarce - ly go. The mil - ler with dis -
Words from WIDE AWAKE, by permission of D. Lothrop Company.
From " Songs for Little Children," for the Kindergarten and Primary Schools, by Eleanor Smith.
Publishers: Milton Bradley Co., Springfield, Mass. ; Thos Charles Co., Chicago. With permission
of author and publishers.
THE WIND MILL. Concluded.
167
vem - ber gales, Swift go the arms and full the sails; With
pleaa-nre sees How light and light - er, grows the breeze; And.
' '
joy the miller's heart doth svrell, He knows his mill is grinding well.
soon, a - las! it whol - ly drops, And then the bus -y wiud-mill stops.
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168
WIND SONG.
EOBBET Louis STEVENSON.
Attegro moderato.
E. S.
1. I saw you toss the kites on high, And "blow the birds a -
2.1 saw the diff'rent things you did, But al - Trays you your -
3. you that are so strong arid cold, blow - er, are you
$
5t
bout the sky, And all a - round I heard you pass, Like
self you hid ; I felt you push, I heard you call, I
young or old? Are you a beast of field ami tree, Or
*
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la -dies' skirts a - cross the grass ; wind a - blow-ing all day long!
could not see your - self at all ; O wind a - blow-ing all day long I
jast a big strong child like me ? wind a -blow-ing all daylong!
a^^i
From " Songs for Little Children." for the Kindergarten and Primary Schools, by Eleanor Smith.
Publishers: Milton Bradley Co., Springfield, Mass. ; Thos, Charles Co. t Chicago, With permission
of author and publishers.
WIND SONG.-Conctaded. 169
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wind that sings so loud a song ! viml that sings so lond a song !
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,? -SP^- gs ^< m -'^_ ~ _ <pl ..:::^ili: .-l.:_.-M -i - 3 q- :: -ffli ^a| f- 1
^ ' f=^=^fe : ^=^^=ifc=3=g^i^
ALL GONE.
EMILY HUNTIXGTON MILLER. FIIED. FIELD BULLAKD, Op. 30, No.
Andante con moto. tnf
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P
All goiielThe sup-per'a gone! White bread ami rn ilk, so
1
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For
=fr^-
Ba - by d
!
ear to eat,
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All g;>tie! The supper's jonn!
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1
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i
Where did Ba-by's sup-per go ? Tongue, you had a share, I know ;
gt= . . IE
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f f i r r F r i
170
ALL GONE. Concluded.
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Lit- tie mouth with o - pen lips, Thro' your ro - sy gate it slips;
77^
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ij
Lit - tie throat, yon know full well "Where it went, if you would tell.
r r r
Lit - tie hands! grow strong: Lit- tie legs! grow long;
4- J -I -^-4-
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Lit - tie cheeks ! grow red; You have all "been fed.
TASTE. Guessing Game.
171
NORA ARCHIBALD SMITH. FRED. FIELD BULLASD, Op. 30, JfcTo. 6.
, Con moto. tnp dolce. .
'0 - ver blue eyes, gray or brown, Let the fair white curtains down;
:*-*-*-
^=fF^
tfiS-Hf^fc
Then the red lips o- pen wide, Something nice I'll put in -side.
P
'ff(\ * k K 1
T~n
Should you tell its prop - er name, You'll have won the guessing gsCme ;
* -ft m f ritard,
rp-' S "*-
But your tasting must be slow, That the fla - vor you may know.
mf ritard.
a tempo.
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172 FLOWER SONG.
KOBA ARCHIBALD SMITH. Adapted from an old Scotch Melody.
YaUe tempo, p dolce.
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Cov-er the eyes all close and tight, Sweet, oh,
5? dolce.
sweet!.
Arid gen - tly take this flow - er bright,
m^^^s^s^^^^^^^^^,
I
Sweet, oh, so sweet! Breathe all its dew - y
4-
fra-grance, dear, Sweet, oh, so sweet! And then its
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FLOWER SONG Concluded.
173
EFTFr 3
name we'd like to hear, Sweet, oh, so sweet!
FLOWER SONG.
KATE L. BROWN-.
Hf Andantino.
CARL EEINECKE.
1. Smell the fiow'r, my child,and see What its perfume breathes to thee ;
2. From my ten - der rest-ing place, Lit - tie one, with hap-py face,
p e dolce.
.-*--*- - ^^^
ftfc
ftfefc
IB its cup so small and bright, Safe-ly hid - den from our sight,
I am talk-ing to thee, dear, Tho' no voice my child may hear ;
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m
*^jte-?>-tt&==%
5^" -^ fc^~*
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There an an - gel - spir-it dwells, And its rates - sage sweetly tells.
But my perfume, sweet, will tell, Lit - tie friend, I love thee well.
calando, .
174
TICK-TACK !
Popular Melody from
EMXIJE POULSSOK.
Moderate, f
"Childrens' Songs,
" &y CARL
t-: ~
EEI
NECKE.
t= ard
1.
2.
3.
3*
Tick-tack! tick-tack! Hear the old clock saying Tic
Tick-tack! tick-tack! By your tick-tack steady, Go
Tick-tack! tick-tack! Forward,bakward swinging
L ; * r vH
k-tack! Now my Ba-by,
od c ock, help me ev - er
Tick-tack! Telling ever
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1 jP~i
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h *
,
i _ &
That he is a clock is play-in^
That in time I may be read-y
That the moments swift are winging
^ ^ ^ j m * ^
^While his lit - tie arm he swings
For what-ev - er I must do,
Would our hearts be free and gay,
t J . ^
[jl - ^f=
5-
(\# T^"v - r * ..^ -Jfc tempo. P-^s^H f
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^= ^ ^H^-P LK
Back and forth, and gai-ly sings. . .
Eat - ing, sleeping working, too
Clock, we must your voice o - bey
Hark now, ^
Hark now, > Tick-tack ! tick-tack !
Hark now, J
p "a=m D.C.I
^j -H^f
&LJ j n i IT
dim.
TICK-TACK !-Concluded.
PP
175
Hear the old clock say - ing, Tick-tack ! tick-tack ! tick-tack ! tick !
I dim.
PP
TICK! TOOK!
EMILY HUKTJKGTON KILLER.
ELEANOR SMITH.
-_
1. Swing Iswong! this is the way Goes the pen-dn-lum night and day.
2. Swing 1 SWOB g ! sure and slow G-oes the pen-du-liim to., and fro.
.^:gy.-.I , Jg ----{--< '-?
^C - ^BgT^ , -^ -
'.rp"':. ,'.:"..>' ^j ~ i
Tick ! tock ! tick ! t
Tick! took! tick! t<
A L | | j
ack!
xskl
1
Nev - er rest - ing
In the morn - ing
says the clock;
says the clock,
?
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t ~.v - f
Time for work and time for fun, Time to sleep when day is done.
Time to wake from slumber sweet, Time to wash and time to eat.
176
XiCK!
s^fc
Tick ! took ! Hear the clock ! Time to rest each lit - tie
Tick! tock! Hear the clock! Time to o - pen sleep -y
. .- , *_
Ffr^-p
5i2*ar-
i P.I! *;. -
head, Time the chil - dren
eyes, Chil -dren, it is
Ofc Jt . j ,> M J |
*-* j
were in
time to
bed
rise
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MOWING GRASS.
EMILIE PouLSSON 1 . fi'^rmaTi J'oZfc ^ow^.
Moderate, mf
1. Pe - ter, Pe - ter, qnick-ly go To the fields the grass to mow;
2. Now we thank our jfriends.each one, Pe - ter for the mow-ing done,
Jai - cy grass and hay so sweet, Brin^them for the cow to eat.
Li - n'a for the milk-ing, too, And for milk, good cow,tliank you.
GRASS MOWING. Concluded.
177
* Li - na, Li - na, milk the cow: Good sweet milk she gives us now,
Thanks to all are glad - ly said : Bale - er, thank you for the bread.
fe***- to*** t tB-l fiSZL_ fc ^ ( , H^"" bB-W*
Milk to drink with rolls or br
Thanks dear Mother shall not in
-#*-q --=F r-ri
ead, Thus the lit - tie ones are fed.
isa, Gir - en with a lov - ing kiss.
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U ' . ' ' g-g=CT;-g-*--a
n. vjy a tempo. 1 U*
^ . ^ < -*- -* "^- r
F^^^^gzT- t g g-^.. U=F y f-^ry
* Pronounced Lee-na,
^
BECKONING THE CHICKENS.
EMILY EUNTINGTON* MILLER. W. W. G-ILCHRIST.
Moderately quick,
Ti-ny fin-gers in a row, Beckon to the chickens so ;-
^^^^^3^^3^^^^^^^^5^^^^^^
3-iip=ip==d*^ zzzps^g:
Down - y lit- tie chickens dear, Fingers say, "Come here.comehere,
13
178 BECKONING THE CHICKENS Concluded.
Chick ! chick 1 chick! chick! chick ! "Fingers say/ Come here, come here,
/ -^- , . X^_ ^S '
m
Pretty chickens, soft and small. Bo not fear, we love you all."....
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BECKONING THE PIGEONS.
EMILIE POULSSON. Arranged fromK^RL EBINECKE, ty ELEANOR SMITH,
Andantino.
1 Oh, call the pig - eons, ba-by dear. And beckon them to you.
II
i i
You'll hear them an - swer lov-ing^-ly, Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo - coo.
THE FISH IN THE BROOK.
179
Words adapted from "Music for the
Kindergarten," by ELEANOR HEERWART.
Allegretto.
Arranged from
EGBERT KOHL, by E. S.
^
Mer - ry and swift in the crys - - tal stream,
Mfe.f f f
J
Sil - rer - y
lit - - t
,__-
Ie
<
OMMI
fish
- es
gleam.
. C^L
at fet
la* o 17-, 1- I
bp- 5-
i f f '
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Dart - ing here, skimmmg there; grace -ful and free
^^^^G . H -.-!- H a > I J =
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They dive, they rise, How hap - py they must be !
W-
180
THE FISH IN THE BROOK.
EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER.
Con moto. p
Music adapted from
JOHANNES BRAHMS, by E. S.
^, N
KH- 4 .. ^ft. -S aN ^ i i J*L 3
1, Mer - ry lit - tie fish - es
2. Pret - ty bod - ies curv - ing,
In the brook s
Bend-ing like <
%
E > 3 ._
it play,
1 DOW,
^
^Mzr^^^^^fe=^^
^ P t $ ' V & * *
if-a a g
=- ^J
yf%
. _ _ _ jj
. --
Float - ing in the shal - lows, Part-in<; swift a-
Thro' the clear bright wa - ter See them swift -ly
-way.
go.
L - H
^. -ar .^
^=^==g=55
^ZT^ , r~^ 3SL3:
^Fg-^^*-
=jrg g 5=
^=^J
^ , 1
"& 1
Wl/
l^^_g F"
*-
i=i==z=^=z^:
^ T H
Hap - py
Hap - py
/L,,,^,.7T*5 *L..
lit-
lit-
tie
tie
fish
tiah
- ^s, Come and
- es, May we
_a h M._.L_.,,S_ a -
play with me.
play with you?
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wi-f
J0L ^
f
f
^
.41.
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2 ^ f
: ^
^ y ^-t-** =*
mf
|T g | g '.ia.- g-r-~:g g 5~^~
No, oh no! the fish- es say, That cnn DOT- er
No, oh no ! the nah - es say, That would IH-V - er
_^==a
be.
do.
^3^t
f-*-**"*
t
THE CATERPILLAR.
181
SMITH.
N
1. Creep - ing, slow - ly, creep - ing,
2. Hid - iug now aiul sleep - ing,
Cat er - pil - lars
In this sleep so
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f f r f
T
, _ , i , ,
sla J 1 1 1
:* j j J_J|_*L__gJ ~L ^t_z|
mf
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now are seen Feast - ing on the leaves so green ;
long and strange Conies to them a won - drous change ;
mf
Creep - iug, slow - ly creep
Sleep - ing, sound- ly sleep
- ing.
. ing.
dim..
Allegretto.
3. Fly - ing, light-ly fly - ing, Now tne crawling time is past,
4. ROT -ing, rest-iug, rov - ing, flon - ey is their dain-ty fare,
r*
T ' " r -" H-
>^T= J
182
THE CATERPILLAR Concluded.
But - - ter - flies are here at last, My - ing, light - ly
Plow - era sweet the feast pre - pare, Eov - ing, rest - ing,
fly - ing,
rov - ing,
-jp , ,
Fly - ing, light - ly
Eov - ing, rest - ing,
1s ! Jt.,
fltr .
ing.
ing.
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BUTTERFLIES.
KATE L. BROWK.
ELIZABETH U. EMERSON.
But - ter - flies, hut - ter - flies
L_TiU J ^^
Seek the lil - y
beU,
Best in the warm, deep heart of the
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From " Stories in Song/' told by Elizabeth, U, Emerson, and Kate S. Brown. By arrangement
with Oliver Ditson Co.
BUTTERFLIES. Concluded.
183
pt=^=
5F^
rose.
But - ter - flies, but - ter - flies Seels the lil - y
^ ^
p-
fn
r g=!
=f=M
fc
8 ^ ^
I J
ur i
d^F=^
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Lj j i_ J
1)611,
Rest and work till aay - light's close.
THE FLYING BIRD.
KA.TE L. BBOWN. W. "W. GILCHMST.
Rather fast, but with smooth, undulating motion.
1. Ply, lit-tle bird, in the gol
2. Ply, lit-tle bird thro' the am
m ]
^ . '
i en sun j
n - mer hours,
J
[l_l=id__ _ *3 t 1 [..p. r
p^jlj: 1
n 1^ -I" J H ^
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b J
Ply, ...... lit-tle bird, 'till day ...... is done;
Ply, ...... till the night - T^ind rocks ____ the flow'rs;
.; .. j, , i
_-l gj..., ...v|.QJ--^--aj . , g:
184
THE FLYING BIRD. Concluded.
v TJT ^ ^
-.yTTTT.. lit-tle bird, where grass
Fly thro' bhetwi - light and ail -
es play;
ver dew,
Fly to the blue heav'n far
Home... to the iiest that waits.
a -way:
for you.
JM?
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Fly! fly! fly! Ely! fly! i
Fly! fly! fly! Fly! fly! i
iy!
iy!
s^
* x
H?4r-
^
Fly ..... to the bine heav'n far
Home... to the nest that waits..
a - way.
for you.
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t/
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f
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THE TARGET.
185
EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER. FRED. FIELD BULLAKD, Op. 30, No. 5.
Andante con moto. mf
q: yjt-
One piece this way and one piece that, And a smooth, little board that is
S5rN J^=^
mf
^^
round and flat: Drive in a peg that will hold them well, And
rfe:
here is a tar - get read-y to sell. ""What costs it? ""Three
P
ti-^t
iJ
ha'-penmes ! " " Oh, that is much too dear, For on - ly two
THE TARGET. Concluded.
Have
I Here." Threehapenines is JMtaaongV-
One for the work and two for the stuff. Three ha' -pen-niesthe
buy -er must pay. Who cannot pay tfortjnwt ran a " wa *'
rat
PAT-A-GAKE.
EMILY EUUTINGTON MILLER.
PAT-A-CAKE. Concluded.
187
lit - tie cake...
burn it not
Eoli it this -way, roll it that;
Here's the ov - en hot and read - yj
-fli
, a
pf*
, i . . - -.. -i . i -f
S
-^
Pat the cake all smooth and flat;
Toss the cake in straight and stead - y ;
' g ( &-+-* J * -^
Mark it there and
Bake it brown and
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1
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Lj j
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mark it here, And there's a cake for
bring it here: See Ba - by's cake for
Moth - er dear.
Moth - er clear.
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THE MILL-WHEEL.
KATE L. BROWN. " GAEL EEINECKE.
mf
^ 1. The bus - y
. - mill, the bus - y.- mill, It -work-etb day lw..
2. "JSTo, no!" the bus y mill- wheel cries," The ris - ing sun I -.
188
THE MILL-WHEEL. Concluded.
dav Up - on its swift-ly turning wheel The shin-ing wa-ters
-
greet. All day I turn the heav-y stones That grind the golden
play. mill-wheel, you will weary grow : 3Tow stop and rest, I pray.
wheat; And hungry children shall be glad For dai - ly hread to eat."
THE FARMER.
1. Shall we show you how the Farmer, Shall we show you how the Farmer,
2, Shall we show you how the Farmer, Shall we show you liow the Farmer,
3, Shall we show you how the Farmer, Shall we show you how the Farmer,
4. Shall we show you how the Farmer, Shall we show you how the Farmer,
THE FARMER.-Concluded.
189
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1 d :zr_
' J" M J * *""** ' J~+~* ' -Jr=:^=iJ
Shall we show you how the Farm-er sows his bar- ley and wheat?
Shall we show you how the Farxn-er mows his bar - ley and wheat?
Shall we show you how the Farm-er threshes bar - ley arid wheat?
Shall we show you how the Farm-er sifts his bar - ley and wheat?
Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er, Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er,
Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er, Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er,
Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er, Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er,
Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er, Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er,
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a?
Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er sows Ms bar - ley and wheat
Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er mows his bar - ley and wheat.
Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er thresh-es bar - ley and wheat.
Look, 'tis thus the bus-y Farm-er sifts his bar - ley and wheat.
>
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UT~r
190 THE BIRD'S NEST.
KATE L. BEOWN.
Arranged from ROBERT KOHL, ly E. S.
J f _*hT-. . J h
Where tte wild rose spreads its "bow - ers, Hides a nest a -
mong the flow - ers ? Dear lit - tie nest, what hold yon there ?
iS
"T X=
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c S S. '
Two pretty eggs I hold with care. Soon lit-tle birdies out will creep,
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IN A HEDGE.
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FEOEBEL.
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1. In a hedge just "where 'tis best, Moth - er.. bird has
2- The eggs are hatch' d, and we can hear Two ti-ny birds cry,
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"While the birdlings cry " Peep,peep ! " While the birdlingscry "Peep, peep !"
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Publishers: Milton Bradley Co., Springfield, Mass. ; Thomas Charles Co., 211-213, Wabash Avenue*,
Chicago. With permission of author and publishers.
THE BIRD'S NEST.
EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER, W. "W. GILCHRIST.
In moderate time, and with an easy swing,
Here's a pret-ty era- die nest, Snug and warm and round;
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Stay ! stay ! the birdies say, Moth - er, fly not a - way,
Dear! dear! nev-erfear, Motli-er waits and watches near.
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THE BIRD'S NEST. Concluded.
198
Peep! peep, dear, so dear; Hush! hush! do not fear,
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194 WHAT DOES LITTLE BIRDIE SAY ? Concluded.
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If she sleeps a lit - tie lon-ger, jia - by, too, shall fly a - way.
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LULLABY.
J. "W. ELLIOTT^
Andante con mo to.
LULLABY. Continued.
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goes
to sleep, Tail and nose to - geth - er, Then lit -tie mice
featli - er. When lit-tle Ba - by
to sleep, Andhe is ver - y near_ us, Then on tap - toe
LULLABY. Concluded.
poco cres. rail. :=
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soft - ly creep, That Ba -by may not hear us. Lul - la - by !
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LuUaT-by! Lul-la, Lul - la, Lul - la - by!
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BIRD THOUGHTS.
Author Unknown. TV. "W. GILCHRIST.
Briskly.
1. I lived first in a lit - tie house, And lived there ver - y
2. One day I fluttered from the nest, To see what I could
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find;.
Thought the world was ver - y, ver - y small,
Said the world is sure - ly made of leaves,
198
THE BIRD'S NEST. Concluded.
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Idon'tknow liow the "world is made, And neither do my neigh-bora.
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THE FLOWER BASKET.
KATE L. BROWN.
Oonmoto.
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!From the mllow brandies slender, With their leaves so green and ten-der,
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THE FLOWER BASKET. Concluded.
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Lit - tie baskets we are weaving, All our sweetest flowers receiv-ing ;
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EMILY HUMTNGTOI? MILLER,
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Give it to the fa - ther, dear and kind and good.
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EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER.
, Moderate.
THE PIGEON -HOUSE.
EGBERT KOHL, arr. by E. S.
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To pleasant fields they quickly go, So bus - y gleaning to and fro ;
203
THE PIGEO'N-HOUSE.-Concluded.
And when they comeback to rest at night, a - gain I close my
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NAMING THE FINGERS.
LAURA E. RICHARDS. French Folk Song.
Andante non troppo. mfdolce. . .
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1. This is lit - tie Tommy Thumb, Eoimd and smooth as a- uy plnm.
2. This is might-y To-b*yTall: He's the big-gest one ot" all.
mfdolce.
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This is bna-y Pe - ter Pointer ; &ure - ly he's a dou-ble-jojint-er.
This is dain-ty Ben-ben King; He's too fine for a - ny - tiling.
NAMING THE FINGERS. Concluded. 203
rail
3. And this lit - tie wee one, may be, Is the pret-ty Fin-ger Ba-by.
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But to-geth-er they work "best, Each one help-ing all the rest.-
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204
EMILIE POULSSON.
Allegretto, tnf
THE GREETING.
Adapted from a Scotch Folk Song.
2J"ow see them here, these friends so dear, As they to-geth - er meet, .
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With bows po - lite and fac - es bright, Each oth - er they will greet.
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And how do you do ? And how do youdo ? " Say all these lit - tie men. . .
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Woyds adapted from FROEBEL. E. S.
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Thumbs and fin - gers say, " Good - mom-ing, 'Tis a ver - y
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From " Songs for Little Children." for the Kindergarten and Primary Schools, by Eleanor Smith.
Publishers : Milton Bradley Co., Springfield, Mass. ; Thos. Charles Co., Chicago, With permission
of author and publishers.
206 THE FAMILY.
EMILIE POULSSON. "W". W. G-ILCHBIST.
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THE FAMILY. Concluded.
207
geth - er glad - ly meet, glad ly meet;
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Here is the hap - py fam - i ly, All com-plete, all com-plete.
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THE FAMILY.
EMILIE POULSSON. EUPHEMIA M, PARKER.
Lento ma non troppo. mp dolce. (The Refrain after a French Folk Song.)
This is the lov - ing Motli - er, Al - ways good and dear;.
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THE FAMILY. Continued.
This is the bus y Fa - ther, Brave and full of clieer ;
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This is the mer - ry Broth - er, Grown so strong and tall;,
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This is the gen tie Sis - ter, This the Ba - by small..
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THE FAMILY.ConcIuded.
/BEFRAIN, animate.
This lap - py, hap - py fam - i - ly, They love each oth - er well;. . .
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THE FAMILY.
BMLIB POULSSON, Austrian Folk Song,
Allegretto.
1. Here's Grand-pa - pa and Grand-ma - ma, And Pa - ther, too, and
Moth-er, TVith Ba - by wee, one fam - i - ly; Oh,
210
THE FAMILY. Concluded.
how they love each, oth - er. 1 2. The Aunt and Un - cle
rail.
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now we see, And lit - tie Cous - ins, one two three: And
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this good fam - i - ly is found In hap - py love to -
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NUMBERING THE FINGERS-
211
EMTLIE POULSSON.
Moderate, mf
Adapted from a French Folk Song.
The Thumb is one, ThePoint-er two, The Mid -die Fin-ger
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Lest they too ear - ly wake : Lul-la - by, lul-la - by, lul-la -
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(LULLABY. Peruvian. Slumber Song.)
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GO TO SLEEP, THUMBKIN.
Adapted from, FROEBKL.
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Now go to sleep, my Thumbkin, so clnm - sy and strong ; And
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GO TO SLEEP, THUMBKIN.~-Concluded.
cov - er the ba - by, too sleep - y for fan. Good
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FIVE IN A ROW.
Adapted from BEINECKE.
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1. Five lit - tie
maid - ens
all,... in a
row,
2. Four lit - tie
bob - o - links
sit - ting in a
tree,
3. Three lit - tie
ros - - es
in the gar - den
bed,
4. Two lit tie
hon - ey bees
on a clo - ver
bloom,
5. One lit - tie
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From " Songs for Little Children," for the Kindergarten and Primary Schools, by Eleanor Smith.
Publishers: Milton Bradley Co., Springfield, Mass. ; Thomas Charles Co., 211-213, Wabash Avenue,
Chicago. With permission of author and publishers.
FIVE IN A ROW. Concluded.
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Stand - ing there so straight and still, with hands be - hiiid them,
Sing - ing mer - ry roun -de - lays, hap - py as can
Grow -ing up so fresh and sweet, yel - low, white and
For two lit - tie hon - ey - bees there is hard - ly
daint - y, daint - y meal is Ms, of white bread and
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so ! Now one a - way is skip-ping as fast as she can
be ; Now one a - way is fly - ing, Ms lit - tie mate to
red; But now the gard'ner's scis-sors have snipp'd off one wee
room; Now one has fill'd his pock-ets and flies... off
cheese ; Now swift-ly off he scam-pers, he hears the kit - ty
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go. Leaving four lit - tie maid - ens standing in a row.
see, Leaving three lit- tie bob -o- links sit-ting in a tree.
head, Leaving two lit tie ros - - es in the gar-den bed.
home, Leaving one lit tie hon -ey- bee on a clov-er bloom,
sneeze, Leaving no lit -tie mou-sie, and such a lit - tie cheese I
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FINGER PIANO.
KATE L, BEOWN.
Moderate.
Music arranged from CARL KKINECKE, by E.
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1. Kippling, sparkling in the sun, See the laughing brook-lets ran :
2. Now the naer-ry lark on high Car - ols sweet-ly from thn sky;
3. Thus the hand, so small a thing, Still may sweetest mu - sic brui<>;
Tell me, brooklet, in. .your play, Tell the song you sing to- <lav;
Vide he spreads his flutt' ring wings, Showing gladness as he Hin<rs
Fin-gers, you must move a - long, You may help to make the sung;
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Up and down the fin - gers go,
Up and down the fin - gers go,
Up and down the fin - gers go,
Brooklets singing as they flow.
*Tis the lark's song here be - low, '
"Wak-en urn -sic sweet and low.
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LAURA E. RICHARDS. Old French Lullaby.
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1. Five lit - tie cliil - dren, Bus - y all the day;
Light goes and night comes, Sleep - y now are they.
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2. Say the pray'r soft - ly, Close the tired eyes;
3. Hap-py, hap- py chil - dren, Fast a - sleep are you;
Safe
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May our Heav'nly Fa - ther Watch us till we rise.
Drop the head,.. go to hed: We are sleep - y too.
218
THE BABY AND THE MOON.
Adapted from FROEBEL, by KATE S. KELLOGG.
Allegretto, p Legato. / ^
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" La - dy Moon, La-dy Moon, sail - ing so high, Drop down to ba - by, from
out the great sky 1" "Ba - by-kin, ba - by-kin, down far be -low,
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THE BABY AND THE MOON.-ConcIuded. 219
But La - dy moon sendeth thee
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Soft shin-ing rays, "Moon loves the ha - hy," the moon -light says ;
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In ier house dart and blue, though she must stay, Kind-ly she'll watch thee,
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kindly she'll watch thee, Kindly she'll watch th ee, till dawns the new day."
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From-" Songs for Little Children," for the Kindergarten and Primary Schools, by Eleanor Smith.
Publishers : Milton Bradley Co., Springfield, Mass, j Thos. Charles Co. Chicago. With pannission
of author and publishers.
220 O LOOK AT THE MOON.
Mrs. FOLLEN. "^
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look at tbe moon, She is shin - - ing up
tLere, Moth - - erl she looks like
in the air.
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there.... is
star, Close by her, and may be That
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THE LITTLE MAIDEN AND THE STARS.
EMILY HUKTINGTON MILLER. GEORGE L. OSGQO*.
Moderate and Sweetly.
1. 'Now the stars be - gin to peep, In the sky so pure and bright;
2. See the inoth-er star so dear ! "With her lit - tie chil-dren small,
3. " Mother star ! I wish I kneir How your ba-bies go to bed;
4. Come,my darling! while you sleep On your pil - low soft and white,
With the movement of a cradle song.
222 THE LITTLE MAIDEN AND THE STARS. Concluded.
Ba - by soon must go to sleep,
And the fa - ther watching near,
Do they run as chickens do,
Stars will thro' your win-do w peep,
She must bid the stars good -night:
Pret - ty stars ! I love yon all !
Hid - ing ev - 'ry yel - low head ?
Smiling, "Ba - by, dear, good-night !
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Lit - tie feet are tired of play, Come, my dar- ling, come a -way!
"When I shut my eyes to sleep, All the night your watch you keep;
Do you tuck them soft and deep In a fleec - y cloud to sleep ?
Sweet-ly dreams and safe-ly rest In yourpret-ty era - die nest!
j.i
poco cresc.
Lit - tie feet are tired of play, Come, my darling, come a - way !
"When I shut my eyes to sleep, All the night your watch, you keep.
Do you tuck them soft and deepj In a fleec -y clond to sleep?
Sweetly dreams and safely rest In yourpret-ty era - die nest!"
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THE CHILD AND THE STAR. 223
Anda,nte con moto e tranquillo. J.. "W. ELLIOTT.
1. Lit - tie star that shines so bright, Come and peep at me to - night,
2. Lit - tie star ! tell me, pray, "Where you hide yourself all day?
3. Life -tie Child! at you I peep While you lie so last a - sleep;
4. For I've ma - ny friends on high, Liv-ing "with me in the sky,
blue.
Por I of - ten watch for you In the pret - ty sky so
Have you got a home like me, And a fa - ther kind to see f
But when mom be-gi us to break, I my homeward jour-uey take.
And a lov - ing Fa - ther, too, Who commands what Tin to do.
TWINKLE, TWINKLE LITTLE STAR.
J. W. ELLIOTT.
Allegretto moderate.
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1. Twin - kle, twin-kle, lit - tie star, How I won - der what you are!
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224 TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR. Continued.
poco fit.
Up a - bove the ^orld so high, Like a dia - mond in the sky.
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2 "When the blaz-in^ sun is gone, When he noth -ing shines np - on,
3^ Then the trav-'ler in the dark Thanks you for your ti - ny spark:
"* Then you sbovr your lit - tie light, Twin-kle, twin-kle, all thenifrlit.
How could he see where to go, Jf you did not twin-klo so ?
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4. In the dark blue sky you keep, Oft - en through my curtains peep,
5. As your bright and ti *ny spark Lights the trav'ler in the dark,
TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR.-Concluded.
poco rit.
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For yon nev - er shut yonr eye, Till the sun is in the sky.
Though I know not what yon are, Twin-kle, twin-He, lit - tie star.
STARS AND DAISIES.
Dolce.
E.S.
1. The stars are ti - ny dai - sies high,
2, The star buds bios - som in the night. And
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love the
shut -ting in the sky, "While dai-sies are the
moons calm, ten-tier Hght,But dai-sies "bloom ont
From " Songs for Little Children," for the Kindergarten and Primary Schools, by Eleanor Smith.
Publishers : Mflton Bradley Co., Springfield, Mass. ; Thos. Charles Co., Chicago. With permission
of author and publishers.
STARS AND DAISIES. Concluded.
stars be - low,
in the day,
Twinlc - ling and spark-ling as they grow,
Watch - ing the bright sun on his way.
THE LIGHT BIRD.
Arranged from EGBERT KOHL, 6^E. S.
1. pret - ty bird, shin - ing bird, bright bird on the wall!
2. The pret- ty bird, the shin - ing bird That flies up-on the wall !
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"Why mil you fly a- -way, dear? Why won't you come and play, dear?
No hand can catch the light bird, The pret - ty bird, the bright bird!
THE LIGHT BIRD. Concluded.
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pret tybird, shin - ing bird, bright bird on the -wall!
But eyes may catch and hearts may hold The light bird on the wall I
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THE LIGHT BIRD.
1 ELIZABETH CHARLES LE BOUEGEOIS. ELEANOB SMTH.
bir - die, gleam-ing on the wall, Gleam - ing, gleam - ing,
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Are you com -ing when I call, Or... am I dreaming?
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THE LIGHT BIRD. Concluded.
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'Tis the liglit bird, A ver - y bright bird, But it can not tear your call.
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THE SHADOW RABBIT.
IiAUBA E. BlCHABDS.
Moderate, mf
Oftfld Song (Old French).
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1. Hey, the Eab-bit 1 Ho, the Bab-bit ! See the Eab-bit on the wall,
2. Now. the Eab-bit sits up -right. Munching grass with all his might,
3. Down our Eab-bit cow-ers now; Sure some dan -ger low-era now.
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Pricks his ears, for that's his hab-it ; Pricks them up and lets them fall.
See him wrin-kleup his nose... What's that for, do you sup-pose?
See, the Hun - ter with his gun , . Thinks he's going to have some fun.
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THE SHADOW RABBIT. Concluded.
229
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Pret-ty Bab-bit, stay now, Come with me and play vow.
Broth-er Hab-bit, shall I feed yon ? No, my dear, I do not need you.
Puff, puff, puff! The bul-lets fly-ing! Is our Rab-bit real-ly dy-ing?
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2*To, an, no, ne "will not stay: Tip ho jumps and springs a - way.
Eab -bits made tip - on the Trail Peed themselves, or not at all.
"Not a bit, for see him run! Eab-bits, too, can have their fun.
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THE LITTLE WINDOW.
HUNTJNGTON MlLLEE.
JSrisJcty and gracefully.
W. "W". G-ILCBKIST.
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3.
Peek - a-boo, peek - a-boo
Peek - a-boo, peek - a-boo
Peek - a-boo, peek - a-boo
light,....
light,....
light,....
beau - ti - ful, beau - ti - ful
beau - ti - ful, beau - ti - ful
beau - ti - ful, beau - ti - ful
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THE LITTLE WINDOW Concluded,
light!,
light!.,
light!.
Shin -ing so clear thro' my win - dow bright ;
Mak - ing the fields and mead - owa so bright;
Love is the sun-shine that makes the heat bright ;
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Down from the sky, soft - ly you fly ; Peek - a - boo light,
Tlow'rsin the grass smile as you pass,- Peek-a-boo light.
Pure we would be, shin - ing like thee; Peek - a - boo light,
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beau-ti - ful light, Peek - a - boo, beau - ti - ful, beau-ti - ful light,
beau-ti - fnl light, Peek - a - boo, beau - ti - ful, beau-ti - ful light,
beau - ti - ful light, Peek - a - boo, beau - ti - fal, beau-ti - ful light.
THE WINDOW.
231
GEORGE H. PAGE.
ELEANOR SMITH.
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Come, love - ly light, and shine on us, And makes n swarm and bright;
" Dear child, the sun has sent me down To make an - oth - er day,
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And help you tread the path of right, By light-en. - ing your way.
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, of his bright ray s.Then lift your hap -py voic - es,
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For you love us and we love you, And all the world re - joio
For you love him and he loves you, And all the world re - j'oio
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EMILIE POULSSON.
TRANSFORMATION GAME.
ELEAXOB SMITH.
Mod
erato.
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1. How beau-ti - ful! how joy - ous Our cir - cle large and wide! Where
2. Up in the sky a - bove us The love - ly stars ap - pear, Our
3. How beau-ti - ful ! how joy - ous ! A wreath we now have hound, In
S
ma - ny hap - py chil - dren, Move gai - ly side by side. How
cir - cle now is chang-ing, Be - hold a star is here. A
love and joy u - nit - ed, We gai - ly dance a - round. And
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beau - ti - ful ! how joy - oiis The small-er cir - cles, too, "Where
crown we now are raak-ing, As sing-ing still we go, And
now the larg - er cir cle, "We wel-come once a - gain, Tho'
TRANSFORMATION GAME. Concluded.
a
'round we go with sing - ing, As we all love to do.
this is for our pa - rents, Our grate - ful love to show.
star and wreath have van - ished, U - ni - ted we re - main.
EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER.
Andante moderate, f
THE CHARCOAL-BURNER.
FRED. FIELD BULLARD, Op. 30, No.l.
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Up in the woods by night and day? He chops the trees and hd
thanks for his work we owe to Mm. He chops the trees with a
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THE CHARCOAL-BURNERv-Concluded.
piles the wood, And burns it slow to the char - coal good. The
whack, whaekjwhack, And burns the wood to the char - coal black.
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Blacksmith's hammer goes **ixlin,klang, kling; Char-coal, char coal
Knives and ax - es, sbov-els arid rakes, Shoes for the po - ny the
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hnr-iy and bring, For how can I shoe the po - ny's
Black - smith makes. The bel - lows blow and the harci-mera
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feet, With - out ood char - coal the iron. to heat?
beat, But he must have char - coal the iroii to heat.
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THE CARPENTER. 235,
6 POULSSON. V. W. GrILGHBIST.
Bu-sy is the Car-pen- ter, At his work he stands, Oh, the wonders
he can do With M3 skil - ful hands! Sa-w-ing now, the
long, long "boards Shorter soon he makes,
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236
THE CARPENTER. Concluded
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Bu - sy is the Car - pen - ter, At his -work he stands,
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Oli, the won - ders he can do With his skil - ful hands
Ped.
THE CARPENTER.
EMILIE POULSSOS".
Con moto giojoso. mf
EUPHEMIA M. PARKER.
*rr. by F. F. BULLARD.
1. Bn - sy is tlie Car - pen - ter ; At his work he stends.
2. By his -work the crook-ed soon Sti-aightand e - ven ^rows?
3. So the Car-peu. - ter at last All to-getli-er brings;
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Oil, the vron-ders
Cnrv'd he chaug-es
Nails the boards and
lie can do With his skil - ful hands!
in - to flat; Wondrous vskill he shows.
tim - bers fast ; How Ms ham - mer rings !
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THE CARPENTER. Continued.
237
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Saw - ing now, the long boards Short-er soon he makes,
Thus lie "works so bus - i - ly, But we hear him say,
Thus a co - sy house he builds Where the child may live,
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And the rough is quickly smoothed When the plane he takes.
"Here a board and there a hoard : Pray, what use are they?"
And for this the grate - ful child Love and thanks will give.
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4. Bus - y is the Car - pen - ter, At his work he
stands ;
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238
THE CARPENTER.Concluded.
Oh, the won - ders he can do With his slul - ful hands ?
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THE BRIDGE.
EMHIE POULSSON.
Andantino.
ELEANOE SMITH.
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1. The brook is flo^-ing mer - ri - ly, Its wa - ters aoft-ly glide?
2. But dark the va - ter flows "be-tween,The stream is deep and wide;
3. All thanks to you, good Car pen- ter, The child calls out in glee,
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lit - tie child looks long -ing-ly Be - yond its rippling tide.
way the lit - tie child can find To reach the oth - er side.
I can reach the oth - er side Where I have longed to "be.
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239
A-cross the brook are pret - ty ferns, And oh ! such lovely moss !
But soon there comes a Car - pen-ter, "Who works with, busy hands,
So on the bridge the hap- py child Buns back and forth at will,
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And flow'rs that seem to nod at him And beckon Mm a
And builds a bridge that safe and strong A - bove the wa - ter
Al - though be-neath so deep and wide, The brook is flow - ing
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THE JOINER.
KOSA A. SMITH. Arranged from ROBERT KOHL.
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1. Plane, plane, plane;
2. Strong, strong, strong ;
Join - er, fol - low the grain.
Push the plane a - long.
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240
THE JOINER. Concluded.
Smooth as silfc the ta- We grows; Not a hreak the fi - "bre shows.
Make the beech all glos-sy white; Not a splin-ter leave m aigbt.
Plane, plane, plane;
Plane, plane, plane;
Join- er, ibl-low the grain.
Join - er, fol-lo\v the grain.
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THE FARMYARD.
CAEO A, DUGAN. ^dopfed /rom two .Frenc/i J'oZfc Songs.
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step in- side. The farm-yard birds and beasts we'll see, All good
THE FARMYARD. Continued.
241
friends to you and me.
2. The pret - ty pig -eons in the sun,
3. The ducks are swimming round and round,
4. Just see the tur - key strutting by,--
5. The lit - tie lambs are cry - ing now,
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Coo, coo, coo, coo. The lit - tie colts now past us run ;
Quack, quack, quack, quack. The moth - er lien a worm htts found ;
Gobble-obhle, gobble-obble. The pigs are grunt -ing in their sty;
Ma-a, rna-a, ma-a, ina-a. The dog joins in the Bow, wow, wow;
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The so - ber c\vs all watch tho fun, And say, Moo-oo, ra^oo-oo.
The chickens run a - cross the ground, And cry, Pee-eep, pee-eep.
The roost- er from his perch on high, Cries, Cock - a - doo - dle-doo.
The old sheep standing 'by the plow, Says, Baa, baa - aa, baa-aa.
3f Imitate here the actual cries of the animals instead of using the syllables.
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242
THE FARMYARD. Concluded.
6. !N"ow close the gate so high, and wide, And leave the creatures ail in- side ;
For we would keep them safe, you see, These good friends to you and me.
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THE GARDEN -GATE.
EMILY HUXTIKGTON MILLEK.
Mather quick.
W. TV. GlLCHJUST.
1. Pretty par - den- gate, we pray you, O - pen wide and let- us 0;
2. la the wind so gen - tly rock-ing, Here the MotL-er - rose is seen;
3. Darling vio - lets, are you hid -ing In the grass your eyes ao blue?
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Where tliomer- ry fountain danc - es, Where the sweet, white lilies grow.
And her ba - by - buds are peep-ing Thro' their blankets soft and green.
Nev - er fear that we shall leave you, TVe will ou - ly smile <m you.
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THE GARDEN-GATE. Concluded.
243
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0- pen,pret - ty gate, we pray, - pen flow'rs for now 'tis day.
Ba - by-buds ! make haste to grow, While the sum - mer breez-es blow.
Eos-es red, and lil - ies white, Violets sweet, good-bye, good-night.
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Last verse, dying away.
Good - - bye, good - - bye, good
- night.......
LAURA E. KICHARDS.
Tempo di Valse Lento.
THE LITTLE GARDENER.
Hungarian Folk Song.
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1. Come, chil-dreB, with fbe to the gar - den a way:
2. "All thanks, lit - tie ehil-dren," each bud seems to say...
244
THE LITTLE GARDENER. Continued
The plants are all -wait - ing our com - ing to - day.
All thanks for the love that you show us to - day.
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In heat and in sun - shine is droop-ing each leaf,,..
Now beau -ty and per - fume shall bless you each one....
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But the cMl-dren are com -ing to bring them re - lief.
i In lov- ing re- tarn, tor the good you have done.
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Trinkle - trink ! Trinkle - trink ! How the drops chime and wink !
Tmnkle-twink ! Twiukle-twiuk ! IKFow like stars see na -wink!
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THE LITTLE GARDENER. Concluded. 245
rail
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As the poor thirst - y plants hold their heads up to drinfc!
Por ____ Mnd - ness Brings kind-ness, so flow - ers all think."
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THE LITTLE GARDENER.
KATE L. BROWN. CAEL KEESECKE.
Allegretto grazioso.
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1. Tin - der the glow - ing sun, Buds o - pen one "by one.
2. Tink-ling the wa - ters run, IS'ow that their work is done,
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"Come! we are thirst - y," The dear bios - soma cryS
Out roll the hlos - soms, The sun - shine to
Hast - en the children's feet, "Yes, we are com - ing, sweet,'*
"Let us your car re -pay, Bloom for you day by day.
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THE LITTLE GARDENER. Concluded
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Mrs. FOLLEN. ELEANOR SMITH.
Allegretto con moto- N J*
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1. In lit - tie An - nie's gar - den Grew all sorts of po - sie;
2. Sweet peas and morn-ing glo - ries, A bed of vio - lets blue,
EESEEEEE
There were pinks and mig - non-ette, And tu lips and ros - es.
And mar - i - golds and as - ters In An - nie's gar - den grew.
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There the bee... went for hon - ey, And the hummingbirds too,
And there a - mong her fiow-ers, Ev - ery bright and pleasant day,
LITTLE ANNIE'S GARDEN. Concluded. 247
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And there the pretty but ter-flies And la - dy - birds flew,
lu her own pretty gar - den, Lit- tie An - nie went to play.
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THE LITTLE PLANT.
KATE L. BROWN. W. W. GILCHRIST.
Smoothly, and moderately slow.
the heart of a seed, Bur - ried deep, so deep !
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THE LITTLE PLANT. Concluded.
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THE WHEEL-WRIGHT.
EMILY HUNTINGTON MIUJER.
Mod&rato. .
ELEANOB SMITH.
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1. March to - geth - er and nev - er stop, Here we go to the
2. This is the au - ger, slim and long, Turn'd by the wheel-Wright's
3. These are the spokes all shap'd a - right, This is the hub that
THE WHEEL-WRIGHT.-- Concluded.
249
"Wheel-Wright's shop.'Wheel -wright! show us the way you do,
hands so strong, Straight and stead - y the au - ger goes, And
holds them tight, This is the rim of i - ron and wood, To
Mak - ing the wheel so round and true, Turn -ing fast and
smooth and true the hole it., grows, Turn -ing stead -y and
fin. - ish my wheel so use - ful and good, Turn - ing fast and
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turning slow,This is th e way the wheel must go.
turning sloWjThis ia the way the auger must go.
turning 8low,This is the way the wheel must go.
250 THE KNIGHTS AND THE GOOD CHILD.
EMIL7 HUNTINGTON MlLLER.
t Allegretto marcato.
ELEANOE SMITH.
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Gal - lop-ing fast and gal - lop-ing free, Who comes rid-ing so
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swift to me? Five gallant knights with plumes so gay,
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;e to find The child that is lov - ing and good and kind.'
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"This is the child so dear, Brave Knights, you see him here!"
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child, he al - ways good and gay!
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gal - lop a - way.
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THE KNIGHTS AND THE BAD CHILD.
BMTLTT HUSTETGTON MILLBU. ELBAHOH SMITH.
A llegretto marcato.
Here come rid -Ing the knights so gay: A - ny goodcliil- dren
here to- day Kead - y to ride -with, trumpet in Ban J, To
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THE KNIGHTS AND THE BAD CHILD. Continued. 253
Adagio.
vis - it the hap- py ctiil-dren's land? Ah, brave knights you will
all be sad To know that my child is self - islt and bad.
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He can - not ride to-
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254 THE KNIGHTS AND THE BAD CHILD. Concluded.
THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER.
EMILY HUNTINGTOX MILLER. 25. S.
1 , JIB - gle, jln-glf 1 , Jin - gle ; Hop ! liop ! bop I
2. !Nev - er fear, my darling ! Look, aud see,
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But you'll come back at eve - ninjr, Be-cause we love him well.
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THE KNIGHTS AND THE MOTHER.
EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLBH. EIJEANOR SMITH.
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The knights cnme gai-ly rid - in, They want thee, child, I fear.
Sate ill my heart I'll keep Iriui, He is so good and dear.
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jsTow hide thee quick, my dar - ling, And nes - tie close to raft,
tfotf do not tar- ry Ion - ger, Bat swift -ly ride a- way;
For not one dim pld fin - <ia' The jral - lant knights shall see.
Peep out and smile, wy Jad - die, And bid the kuights good-day.
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HENRIETTA II. ELIOT.
Andante con inoto.
HIDE AND SEEK.
After HAYDN, by F. F. BULLAHD,
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HIDE AND SEEK. Concluded.
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by lies! Wo oft - en look far for what's tin - der our eyes.
CUCKOO.
HENRIETTA E. ELIOT. FEED. TIILD BULLABD,
Jfotto moiJerod), y Aolce. Op. 30, No. 2.
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CUCKOO. Concluded.
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HIDING GAME.
CARL KEJNECKB.
1, Here stand Tre all u - nit - ed For Kap-py song; and play ";
2. Our cir- cle now is brok-en, Look up and you may say,
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HIDING GAME. Concluded.
Ko break is in our cir - cle, "We sing with voic - es gay;
What lit - tie child has left us, And hid - den safe a way ;
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Here stand -wo all u - nit - pd For hap-py song and play.
If... you Trill tell us right -ly, "SVe'll clap you in our play.
GUESSING THE SINGER.
KATE L. BROWN. (SwaUan Popular Song.) CARL RKINECKE.
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1. The sony; I am sing - ing, My friend must re - poat :
All the children sing :
2. Hush ! chil - dren, and Jis ten, Till out rings the song,
GUESSING THE SINGER. Concluded.
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LAUEA E. EICHAKDS. ELEAKOE SMITH.
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!. Har'k! the 'church-bell's pleas-ant sound; Let us go, my child,
2. Let your heart be pure aud clean, "When to church you go;
3. God who semis the nier - ry breeze, Blow -ing here and there,.
4. In the church so calm, so still, "When your ehild-ish heart
5. Once he sent to dwell ou earth, Je - sus, bless - ed child,
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There where ev - 'ry Sun - day morn Kings the sum-mons mild.
For all sweet and love - ly things There you'll learn to know.
Sends the might -y storms that rage Thro' the up- per air.
With a sol - enm joy doth fill, That, too, is his part.
Prom the hour that gave him birth, Pure and un - de - filed.
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Thro' the loft - y windows there, Ham-bow light is streaming fair,
Learn of Grod 'who gives us all, Birds that sing and streams that fall,
Yet so lov - ing kind is he, Ev - 'ry small-est leaf you see
He who lov - ing pa-rents gave, -Sis - ter sweet and broth -er brave,
Try, like him, my lit - tie child, To be gen - tie, kind and mild !
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Sun and moon in glorious light, Trees and flow'rs in beau-ty bright.
Knows his care and does his will, Owns his wisdom work - ing still.
Gives the pow'r to love and blesa, Bringing joy and hap - pi -ness.
For 'tis thus your will you'll show To the God who loves you so.
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KATE L. BROWN.
Allegretto, mf Dolce.
After an Old French Lullaby.
1. First to one friend, then an - oth. - er> Mer - ri - ly our ball will stray
2. First to one friend, then an-oth-er, Lit- tie Ma-ry now will stray,
3. Kound a-bout our pret - ty play-room All ' the children lore to stray;
Dolce.
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"Wishing pictures, "birds and flow- ers, Each and all a pleas-ant day,
"Wish-ing all a pleas-ant- day.
"Wish-ing all a pleas-ant day.
Each and all a pleas-ant day.
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Allegro non troppo. mf
PEED. FIELD BTJLLARH,
Op. 30, M*o. 7.
1. "We love to go a - roam - ing On sun - ny days of Spring,
2. "We love to go a - roam - ing 'When Summer days have come,
3. We love to go a - roam - ing On ha - zy Au - tumii days,
4. "We love to go a - roam ing In frost - y Win - ter - time, "
THE WANDERING SONG Continued.
267
When first the buds be - gin to peep, And birds be - gin to sing:
And hear the whis-per of the grass, The in-sects' sleep - y hum:
When beeches wave their yel- low flags And scar -let ma -pies "blaze;
When all the i - cy streams are still, And mer-ry sleigh -bells chime:
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The lamb-kins frol - ic in the field, The ba - by leaves un-fold,
Tne ros - es bloom on ev - 'ry side, The wheat is grow -ing high,
The squirrel's stor - ing up hia nuts, The corn is gath - er'd in,
The skat - ers skim a - cross the pond, The north-wind whistles free,
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And dan -de- 7 ". - ons from the grass Shine out like stars of gold.
And lii - ies blos-som white and gold Where qui-et wa - ters lie
And ro sy ap -ples.smooth and ripe, Fill up the farm -er's bin.
And in the si - lent for - est waits The dar-ling Christmas Tree.
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We love to go a - roam - ing, a - roam - iug, a - roam - ing, "We
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We love to go a - roam - ing, a - roam - ing, a - roam - ing, We
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
All about,- all about Baby's feet are flying .
All gone ! The supper's gone !
Busy is the Carpenter
Busy is the Carpenter
Butterflies, butterflies
Come, children, with me to the garden away !
Come, lovely light, and shine on us
Come, my Baby, you shall make .
Coyer the eyes all close and tight .
Creeping, slowly creeping
Cuckoo,, cuckoo .....
Dear little friends across the way .
Down goes Baby, Mother's pet
First to one friend, then another .
Five little children
Five little maidens all in a row
Fly, little bird, in the golden sun .
From the willow branches slender .
Galloping fast and galloping free .
Hark ! the church-bell's pleasant sound
Here come riding the knights so gay .
Here stand we all united
Here's a pretty cradle nest .
Here's Grandpapa and Grandmamma .
Hey, the Rabbit ! Ho, the Rabbit !
How beautiful ! how joyous .
I hear the bugle sounding
I lived first in a little house .
In a hedge just where 'tis best
In little Annie's garden ....
In the heart of a seed ....
I saw you toss the kites on high
Jingle^ jingle, jingle ....
" Lady Moon, Lady Moon, sailing so high "
Little star that shines so bright .
March together and never stop
Merry and swift in the crystal stream .
Merry little fishes .....
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PAGE
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. 169
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. 236
. 182
. 243
. 231
. 186
. 172
. 181
. 258
. 265
. 163
. 263
. 217
. 214
. 183
. 198
. 250
, 261
. 252
. 259
. 192
. 209
. 228
. 282
. 255
. 197
. 191
. 24ft
. 247
, 168
. 254
. 218
. 223
. 248
. 179
. 180
272 INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
Now go to sleep, my Thumbkin, so clumsy and strong . 213
Now see them here, these friends so dear .... 204
Now the stars begin to peep . . 221
"birdie, gleaming on the wall 227
Oh, call the pigeons, baby dear 178
Oh, see the gate ! It opens wide 240
Oh, why does the Charcoal Burner stay .... 233
look at the moon 220
One piece this way and one piece that 185
pretty bird, shining bird . . . . . 220
see my pigeon-house, so high !...... 201
Over blue eyes, gray or brown 171
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo light ..*.... 229
Peter, Peter, quickly go 176
Plane, plane, plane 239
Pretty garden-gate, we pray you 242
Rippling, purling little river 268
Rippling, sparkling in the sun 216
See the trees all in a row 1G5
Shall we show you how the Farmer 188
Smell the flow'r, my child, and see 173
Swing ! swong ! this is the way 175
The brook is flowing merrily 238
The busy mill, the busy mill 187
The song I am singing 200
The stars are tiny daisies high 225
The Thumb is one 211
The weather vane is perch'd on high 164
The windmill's fans around they go 1C6
This is little Tommy Thumb 202
This is the loving Mother 206
This is the loving Mother 207
This way, that way, turns the weather vane. . . . 164
Thumbs and fingers say, "Good morning" . . . .205
Tick-tack! tick-tack! 174
Tiny fingers in a row 177
Twinkle, twinkle, little star , 223
Under the glowing sun 245
Up and down and in and out 161
Weave the^ little basket, fill it up with posies . . . 200
We love to go a-roaming 266
What does fittle birdie say 193
When little Birdie bye-bye goes 194
Where are you, my Baby 1 257
Where the wild rose spreads its bowers. . , . .190
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