. Original poems, for infant minds . in the grove is beginning to freeze, The pond is hard frozen all oer,Long icicles hang in bright rows from the trees, And drop in odd shapes from the door. The old mossy thatch, an d the meadows so green, Are coverd all over with white;The snow-drop and crocus no more can be seen, The thick snow has coverd them quite. And see the poor birds how they fly to and fro,Theyre come for their breakfast again ; But the little worms all are hid under the snow,They hop about chirping in vain. Then open the window, Ill throw them some bread, Ive some of my breakfast t
. Original poems, for infant minds . in the grove is beginning to freeze, The pond is hard frozen all oer,Long icicles hang in bright rows from the trees, And drop in odd shapes from the door. The old mossy thatch, an d the meadows so green, Are coverd all over with white;The snow-drop and crocus no more can be seen, The thick snow has coverd them quite. And see the poor birds how they fly to and fro,Theyre come for their breakfast again ; But the little worms all are hid under the snow,They hop about chirping in vain. Then open the window, Ill throw them some bread, Ive some of my breakfast to spare;I wish they would come to my hand to be fed, But theyre all flown away, I declare. Nay, now, pretty birds, dont be frightend, I pray, You shall not be hurt, Ill engage;Im not come to catch you, and force you away, And fasten you up in a cage. FOR INFANT MINDS. 75 I wish you could know youve no cause for alarm,From me you have nothing to fear ; Why, my little fingers could do you no harm,Although you came ever so near, J. THE PIGS. 1 Do look at those pigs, as they lay in the straw, Little Richard said to his papa;4 They keep eating longer than ever I saw, What nasty fat gluttons they are ! * I see they are feasting, his father replied, They eat a great deal I allow:But let us remember before we deride,Tis the nature, my dear, of a sow. * But when a great boy, such as thee, my dear Dick, Does nothing but eat all the day, And keeps sucking good things till he makes himself sick,What a glutton! indeed, we may say. * When plumcake and sugar for ever he picks, And sweatmeats, and comfits, and figs ;Pray let him get rid of his own nasty tricks,And then he may laugh at the pigs. J. T. 76 ORIGINAL POEMS, FINERY. / IN a frock richly trimmd with a beautiful lace,And hair nicely drest, hanging over her face,Thus deckd, Harriot went to the house of a friend,With a large little party the evening to spend. Ah ! how they all will be delighted, I guess,And stare with surprise at my
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