Poems of childhood . feare ? Soe come, my lyttel childe, and he upon my breast to-night, For yonder fares an angell yclad in raimaunt white, And yonder sings that angell, as onely angells may, And his songe ben of a garden that bloometh farre awaye. I 9* J A THE LITTLE PEACH LITTLE peach in the orchard grew,—A little peach of emerald hue;Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew,It grew. One day, passing that orchard through,That little peach dawned on the viewOf Johnny Jones and his Sister Sue —Them two. Up at that peach a club they threw —Down from the stem on which it grewFell that peach of emer
Poems of childhood . feare ? Soe come, my lyttel childe, and he upon my breast to-night, For yonder fares an angell yclad in raimaunt white, And yonder sings that angell, as onely angells may, And his songe ben of a garden that bloometh farre awaye. I 9* J A THE LITTLE PEACH LITTLE peach in the orchard grew,—A little peach of emerald hue;Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew,It grew. One day, passing that orchard through,That little peach dawned on the viewOf Johnny Jones and his Sister Sue —Them two. Up at that peach a club they threw —Down from the stem on which it grewFell that peach of emerald Dieu! John took a bite and Sue a chew,And then the trouble began to brew,—Trouble the doctor could nt true! [95] THE LITTLE PEACH Under the turf where the daisies grewThey planted John and his Sister Sue,And their little souls to the angels flew, —Boo hoo! What of that peach of the emerald hue,Warmed by the sun, and wet by the dew?Ah, well, its mission on earth is I [96]. The Little Peach ARMENIAN LULLABY IF thou wilt shut thy drowsy eyes,My mulberry one, my golden sun!The rose shall sing thee lullabies,My pretty cosset lambkin!And thou shalt swing in an almond-tree,With a flood of moonbeams rocking thee-A silver boat in a golden sea, My velvet love, my nestling dove,My own pomegranate blossom ! -A The stork shall guard thee passing well All night, my sweet! my dimple-feet!And bring thee myrrh and asphodel, My gentle rain-of-springtime!And for thy slumbrous play shall twineThe diamond stars with an emerald vineTo trail in the waves of ruby wine,My myrtle bloom, my hearts perfume,My little chirping sparrow![U [ 97 ] ARMENIAN LULLABY And when the morn wakes up to seeMy apple bright, my souls delight! The partridge shall come calling thee,My jar of milk-and-honey! Yes, thou shalt know what mystery lies In the amethyst deep of the curtained skies, If thou wilt fold thy onyx eyes,You wakeful one, you naughty son,You cooing little turtle
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