. Original poems, for infant minds . my heart. ADELAIDE, 46 ORIGINAL POEMS, NEVER PLAY WITH FIRE. MY prayers I said, I went to bed, And soon I fell asleep;But soon I woke, my sleep was broke, I through my curtains peep. I heard a noise of men and boys, The watchmans rattle, too jAnd fire they cry—and then cried I, Oh dear, what shall I do? A shout so loud, came from the crowd, Around, above, below—And in the street the neighbours meet Who would the matter know Now down the stairs run threes and pairs, Enough to break their bones,The firemen swear, the engines tear And thunder oer the stones. T
. Original poems, for infant minds . my heart. ADELAIDE, 46 ORIGINAL POEMS, NEVER PLAY WITH FIRE. MY prayers I said, I went to bed, And soon I fell asleep;But soon I woke, my sleep was broke, I through my curtains peep. I heard a noise of men and boys, The watchmans rattle, too jAnd fire they cry—and then cried I, Oh dear, what shall I do? A shout so loud, came from the crowd, Around, above, below—And in the street the neighbours meet Who would the matter know Now down the stairs run threes and pairs, Enough to break their bones,The firemen swear, the engines tear And thunder oer the stones. The roof and wall, and stairs and all, And rafters tumble in,Red flames and blaze now all amaze, And make a dreadful din! And horrid screams, when bricks and beams Come tumbling on their heads ;And some are smashd, and some are dashd, Some leap on feather beds. Some burn, some choke, with fire and smoke! ,And oh, what was the cause ?My hearts dismayd, last night I playd With Tommy, lighting straws ! ADELAIDE. FOR INFANT MINDS. 47. THE LARK. FROM his humble grassy bed, See the warbling lark arise!By his grateful wishes led, Through those regions of the skies. Songs of thanks and praise he pours, Harmonizing airy space,Sings, and mount*, and higher soars, Towards the ^one of heavnly grace. Small his gifts compard to mine, Poor my thanks with his compard:Ive a soul almost divine;— Angels blessings with me shared. Wake, my soul! to praise aspire, Reason, every sense accord,Join in pure seraphic fire. Love, and thank, and praise the Lord.—ADELAIDE. 43 ORIGINAL POEMSj THE TRUANT BOYS. THE month was April, and the morning cool, When Hal and Ned,To walk together to the neighbouring school, Rose early from their bed j When reachd the school, Hal said, Why con your task Demure and prim?Ere we go in, let me one question ask j Ned, shall we go and swim? Fearless of future punishment or blame, Away they hied,Through many verdant fields, until they came Unto the river side. The broad
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