. Home songs for little people . girlJesus Christ will surely love ? She it is who, meek and good,Daily grows like Him above. Happy, darling little girl! Is it I? is it I?Blessed Jesus, make me such, While I live and when I die ! HOME SONGS. 25 JVIORN1NQ J3UNBEAJVI, A NESTLING in the little crib, A soft hand laid upon my head, A gentle whisper in my ear : Mamma, I m tumin into bed. Oh, no, I said, t will never do ; Now shut those little peepers tight,And sleep and dream till morning breaks, Then you may come, when comes the light. Again a nestling in the crib, As down to rest my birdie lay;I l
. Home songs for little people . girlJesus Christ will surely love ? She it is who, meek and good,Daily grows like Him above. Happy, darling little girl! Is it I? is it I?Blessed Jesus, make me such, While I live and when I die ! HOME SONGS. 25 JVIORN1NQ J3UNBEAJVI, A NESTLING in the little crib, A soft hand laid upon my head, A gentle whisper in my ear : Mamma, I m tumin into bed. Oh, no, I said, t will never do ; Now shut those little peepers tight,And sleep and dream till morning breaks, Then you may come, when comes the light. Again a nestling in the crib, As down to rest my birdie lay;I listened, for I thought she spoke. Huddy up, light! I heard her say. Then all was still. We slept againTill dawn lit up the eastern sky; Then sang my birdie sweet and clear, Now light has turn, and so has I! A. G. I HAVE two hands, so soft and white;This is the left, and this the right;Five little fingers stand on each,So I can hold a plum or peach;But when I grow as old as you,Lots of things these hands will do. 3 26 HOME LITTLE comes knocking at my door ? Let me in, says , I ve heard that knock before. Let me in, says Belle. I will be so good and still; Dear papa, you know I will pJust a little corner fill. Let me in, says Belle. So I spoke the welcome word, Come in, little Belle. HOME SONGS. 27 Then two little feet I heard :Here I come, says Belle. In there peeped a golden head,Chubby face, with cheeks so red. Welcome, little one, I said. Here I come, says Belle. I was ired and full of gloom When you came, my Belle;Dark and lonely seemed the room Till you came, my Belle;But your presence changed it quite, In you brought a flood of light,Made my study warm and bright, Sunny little Belle! WHAT shall we name the darling Who came to us one day ?Shall we call her our little Mary, Estella, or Ida, or May ?Mabel, or Saxon Edith, Or Margaret, fairest pearl ?Will Isabella, so stately, Be fitting our little girl ?Shall wre call her gentle Alice, Or Madge, for
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