. Rhymes and jingles . r hard by. The little star, peeping, saw him goOn his gorgeous western way ; And twinkled with fun, as he said, O Sun !You re in for another day ! , And as for going out of the sky,Your majesty knows you cant;You are shining somewhere, full and strong,In spite of your rays aslant. No answer. Then the star grew sparkled as neighbors came ; He told the joke to the twinkling they laughed the sun to shame. One gay little star was so amused, That he shot across the sky ;And all the others bobbed and blinked To see him go speeding by. But after awhile, a r
. Rhymes and jingles . r hard by. The little star, peeping, saw him goOn his gorgeous western way ; And twinkled with fun, as he said, O Sun !You re in for another day ! , And as for going out of the sky,Your majesty knows you cant;You are shining somewhere, full and strong,In spite of your rays aslant. No answer. Then the star grew sparkled as neighbors came ; He told the joke to the twinkling they laughed the sun to shame. One gay little star was so amused, That he shot across the sky ;And all the others bobbed and blinked To see him go speeding by. But after awhile, a rosy lightAppeared on the eastern side ; And, one by one, the stars grew shy,And tried in the sky to hide. Ho ! ho ! the sun broke forth. Ho ! ho !Just stay where you are, my shiae away, for you cant be seenWhen all of my light appears. THE SUN AND THE STARS. 245 The people below will say you are gone,Though you re shining. Think of that! Well, they thought all night I had left the its only tit for 246 RHYMES AND JINGLES. A BIRTHDAY RHYME. Tell me, O youth so straight and tall, So glad with eager thought!Have you seen of late a bouncing boy Brimful of merry sport ?Brimful of merry sport is he, A lad of fifteen velvet lip still smooth and fair, But a fist that awes all comers. He used to laugh with unconcern Wheneer a school-girl met quite what wondrous power She d have in time to fret only cared for fellows then. And ball, and tag, and shinny,And thought a chap who brushed his hair Was just a fop or ninny. Somehow, I loved this bouncing boy, Because he was my own ;I had him here a year ago. And dont know where he s dont know where hes flown, and yet Whenever you are near —Its very odd ! — I m reconciled, Because you grow so dear. A BIRTHDAY RHYME. You bear great likeness to my boy I think, and — strange the whim ! —Theres that in you which I have prayed Might come in time to if you 11 stay, my da
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