I am not happy lying here, With neither book nor toy; If you will listen, little stars, The thing that I was bid! I'm six years old this very day, And not to have my own way yet Is I do not know how old you are, If I were with you, little stars, How merrily we'd roll Across the skies, and through the clouds, And round about the Pole! The moon, that once was round and full, We'd launch it off that bright-edged cloud, Does anybody say, "Be still!" When would have your way? you Oh, tell me, little stars! for much The whole night long, from east to west, "We have a Father, little child, THE LITTLE STREAM. "LITTLE Stream, tell me what 'tis you say "I have washed all the pebbles quite bright, "I have watered each plant that I love, And the blossoms are coming, and the wild bees are hum-ming, And I sing with the skylark above. "Little children have played by my side, They have stooped at the brink of the streamlet to drink, And I sing them this song as I glide. "I call them to love and to praise; In gladsome content should childhood be spent, GOOD NIGHT. BABY, baby, lay your head your eye-peeps, now the day For the window shutteth fast, 21 MORNING CALL. AWAKE, weary sleeper! Awake to my song; Some speed to the mountain, Thou know'st not how stealeth Yon labourer feeleth New strength with the day The breeze freshly winging, THE STORMY NIGHT. THE air is chill, the rain falls fast, And not a star affords its light. How many poor around me roam, How can I, then, while thus I live, See the young lambs playing; Little bees are humming! Grasshoppers are singing; There's the skylark springing See, amongst the branches, How many things are creeping. Birds are on the wing; Swiftly flies the swallow: Little fishes spring From the water shallow. God hath shed his blessing, And the earth rejoices; All his creatures praise him, With their many voices. |