. Home songs for little people . sweeter tone, I trow. 4* 42 HOME SONGS. All, sweeter far this birdie singsThan all the birds that summer brings;And yet her song is only this : I love you, papa !—then a kiss. Not tenderest song of nightingale, Nor sparkling trills and gurgling gushOf joy from velvet-throated thrush, Nor brilliant pipe of mottled quail,Nor tuneful plaint of whippoorwill,The measure of her song can fill;And yet her song is only this :I love you, papa! -then a kiss. LITTLE DUMPITY MAY. OVEK the grasses and daisies,Comes little Dumpity May, Wishing, I know, for a frolic-Coming wit
. Home songs for little people . sweeter tone, I trow. 4* 42 HOME SONGS. All, sweeter far this birdie singsThan all the birds that summer brings;And yet her song is only this : I love you, papa !—then a kiss. Not tenderest song of nightingale, Nor sparkling trills and gurgling gushOf joy from velvet-throated thrush, Nor brilliant pipe of mottled quail,Nor tuneful plaint of whippoorwill,The measure of her song can fill;And yet her song is only this :I love you, papa! -then a kiss. LITTLE DUMPITY MAY. OVEK the grasses and daisies,Comes little Dumpity May, Wishing, I know, for a frolic-Coming with sister to play. Driving the bee from the clover,Chasing the butterfly gay, Sweeter than Junes blushing roses,Dear little Dumpity May! A loving little earth-angel, Filling each heart with delight, Shedding around us a halo, Making each moment so bright. HOME SONGS. 43 The light of our dreams when we re sleeping,Our joy through the hours of the day ; She s naught but is charming and lovely,Our darling Dumpity May. i •-- -. JVIY LITTLE BROTHER, I HAVE a little brother here, A very little one ;I nurse him every day, because He cannot go alone. 44 HOME SONGS. I think lie lias the sweetest voice That I have ever heard,So I try to understand him, Though he cannot speak a word. Oh, you should only look at him, My playthings when I bring ;His little eyes say, Give them me! As plain as when I call out, Willie dear, I want a pretty kiss,He smiles and stretches out his arms, And so he answers, Yes. He cannot go alone just yet; But when he runs about,It will be such a pleasant thing For me to take him out;In the garden or the orchard We can pass the summer hours,And soon he 11 learn to know the names Of all the fruits and flowers. I 11 teach nim all the lessons That my mother taught me once: I know my little WillieWill never be a dunce; HOME SONGS. 45 And if he should be rather slow In learning ABC,I must have patience with him, As mother had with me. I 11 say a morning p
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