"Bask!" said the mother; "We bask," said the eight: So they basked in the sun On the old mossy gate. Over in the meadow, Where the clear pools shine, Lived a green mother-frog And her little froggies nine. "Croak!" said the mother; We croak," said the nine : So they croaked, and they plashed, Where the clear pools shine. RING-TING! I wish I were a Primrose, A bright yellow Primrose, blowing in the spring! The wandering bee to love me, The fern and moss to creep across, Nay-stay! I wish I were an Elm-tree, The sun and moonshine glance in, 0--no! I wish I were a Robin, A Robin or a little Wren, everywhere to go; Through forest, field, or garden, Well-tell! Where should I fly to, Where go to sleep in the dark wood or dell? Before a day was over, Home comes the rover, For mother's kiss - sweeter this Than any other thing. William Allingham. STOP, STOP, PRETTY WATER. "STOP, stop, pretty water!" Said Mary, one day, To a frolicsome brook, "You run on so fast! I wish you would stay ; "But I will run after : Mother says that I may ; For I would know where So Mary ran on ; But I have heard say, Where the brook ran away. Mrs. Follen. CHILD'S WISH IN JUNE. MOTHER, mother, the winds are at play, Look, dear mother, the flowers all lie See how slowly the streamlet glides; Poor Tray is asleep in the noonday sun, There flies a bird to a neighboring tree, But very lazily flutters he; And he sits and twitters a gentle note, You bid me be busy ; but, mother, hear, I wish, oh! I wish, I was yonder cloud, UNDER MY WINDOW. UNDER my window, under my window, Flit to and fro together :— There's Bell with her bonnet of satin sheen, Under my window, under my window, Merry and clear, the voice I hear Of each glad-hearted rover. Ah! sly little Kate, she steals my roses, Under my window, under my window, Under my window, under my window, - T. Westwood. |