. Rhymes and jingles for a good child . Of my love the long dav through ! ROBINS CHOICE. THE Maple shook her leaflets With a sweet and soothing sound,And a shower of scarlet blossoms Fell thick upon the a soft persuasive murmur She waved her arms and said, Come hither, Richard Robin, With your russet coat and red!Within my shady branches There is quietude and rest!Come hither, Richard Robin, And build your cozy nest! The Pine-tree looked and listened, And she sighed both sad and sweet;For she had no graceful blossoms To fling at Robins she only waved her branches, And then
. Rhymes and jingles for a good child . Of my love the long dav through ! ROBINS CHOICE. THE Maple shook her leaflets With a sweet and soothing sound,And a shower of scarlet blossoms Fell thick upon the a soft persuasive murmur She waved her arms and said, Come hither, Richard Robin, With your russet coat and red!Within my shady branches There is quietude and rest!Come hither, Richard Robin, And build your cozy nest! The Pine-tree looked and listened, And she sighed both sad and sweet;For she had no graceful blossoms To fling at Robins she only waved her branches, And then sighing softly said : You hear her, Richard Robin, And you nod your russet head!But I have nought to offer! And I can only weep !But one thing, Richard Robin, Ill rock your babes to sleep! 3 2 Dick Robin looked and listened, As he plumed his ruddy breast;Before the week had ended, He had built his coxy , half hidden in the branches, It is built full warm and deep ;And four little chirping Robins The Pine-tree rocks to sleep!. 33 EASTER MORN. EASTER lilies, fresh, new-born, Blossom for this holy is risen ! Angels sing, Glory be to God, our King!Hail, ye mortals, hail the day Angels rolled the stone away! Bloom, Arbutus, fragrant, sweet! Lay your blossoms at His with rosy, sun-rise hues, Born of forest damps and dews !Bloom, ye Wind-flower! Lift your head, Christ is risen from the dead ! CHILDHOOD MKMORIKS. I CAN see the brown old IHHIM-. \Vith its peach-tree by the door ;See the gnarled old apple boughs With their fruitage bending oer; See the hollyhocks and pinks,And the pansies yelvet eyes; And my heart grows young, methinks,With an eyer new surprise. For I see within the door Grandpa with his beard of grey—Grandma with her smile of yore. Ah! could I call back the day! Xeyer pair in years to be Read so well my hearts dear dreams;Never faith so full and free In my wildest plans and schemes! I can hear the sifting snow Beating on the window pan
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