LITTLE THINGS. ANONYMOUS. LITTLE drops of water, Thus the little minutes, Thus our little errors Little deeds of kindness, MOTHER'S SONG. ANONYMOUS. DON'T grow old too fast, my sweet! Stay a little while In this pleasant baby-land, Sunned by mother's smile. Grasp not with thy dimpled hands. Be not wistful, sweet blue eyes! Which through life shall watchful be Be not restless, little feet! For awhile be mine alone, FIRST FOOTSTEPS. ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. A LITTLE way, more soft and sweet Eyes full of dawning day Look up for mother's eyes to meet Glad as the golden Spring to greet THE BIRTHDAY WEEK. ANONYMOUS. MONDAY'S bairn is fair in the face; Thursday's bairn has far to go; Friday's bairn is loving and giving; Saturday's bairn works hard for a living; But the bairn that is born on the Sabbath day Is lucky and bonny and wise and gay. POLITENESS. ANONYMOUS. POLITENESS is to do and say THE GOLDEN RULE. NEW ENGLAND PRIMER. BE you to others kind and true, SOLOMON AND MAMMA. ANONYMOUS. SOLOMON says, in words so mild, THE GOLDEN RULE. ANONYMOUS. To do to others as I would That they should do to me, THE BABY. GEORGE MACDONALD. WHERE did you come from, baby dear? Where did you get your eyes so blue? What makes the light in them sparkle and spin? Some of the starry spikes left in. Where did you get that little tear? What makes your forehead so smooth and high? What makes your cheek like a warm, white rose? Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss? Where did you get that pearly ear? Where did you get those arms and hands? Feet, whence did you come, you darling things? How did they all just come to be you? But how did you come to us, you dear? LITTLE KITTY. ELIZABETH PRENTISS. ONCE there was a little kitty, Whiter than snow; In the barn she used to frolic, Long time ago. |