. Home songs for little people . ISABEL3 I WISH I were a butterfly, Said little Isabel: What pretty tales of summer flowers I to my friends would tell! Id never rest upon a rose, A tulip, or a pink,But of their varied hues and tints I afterwards would think. 154 HOME SONGS. I d rove from morn to setting sun, And never stop to rest,Unless it were on some sweet flower That I might lovis the best. To rest upon a deep red roseWould give me great delight; But then I d love as well to restUpon a rose thats white. The lily and the primrose pale, The violet so blue,I d stop and give to each a kiss, As
. Home songs for little people . ISABEL3 I WISH I were a butterfly, Said little Isabel: What pretty tales of summer flowers I to my friends would tell! Id never rest upon a rose, A tulip, or a pink,But of their varied hues and tints I afterwards would think. 154 HOME SONGS. I d rove from morn to setting sun, And never stop to rest,Unless it were on some sweet flower That I might lovis the best. To rest upon a deep red roseWould give me great delight; But then I d love as well to restUpon a rose thats white. The lily and the primrose pale, The violet so blue,I d stop and give to each a kiss, As onward still I flew. I think you ve told me oft, mamma,That up, where shines the star, There is a world of fadeless flowersMore sweet than these by far; And children who are good and pureMay rove among them free : Oh, if I were but there, mamma,How happy I should be! HOME SONGS. 155. IJ3 IT YOU? THERE is a child—a boy or girl- I m sorry it is true-Who does nt mind when spoken to Is it ?—it is nt you ! Oh, no, it cant be you! I know a child—a boy or girl-I m loath to say I do- Who struck a little playmate child-Was it ?—it was nt you !I hope that t was nt you ! 15C HOME SONGS. I know a child—a boy or girl—I hope that such are few— Who told a lie ; yes, told a lie!Was it ?—it was nt you!It cannot be t was you ! There is a boy—I know a boy—I cannot love him, though— Who robs the little birdies it?—it cant be you !That bad boy cant be you! A girl there is—a girl I know-And I could love her, too, But that she is so proud and it?—it cant be you?That surely is nt you! I WIgH I WAg RICH. I WISH I was rich,The poor boy said, For then I would haveAn abundance of bread, And I never should goWithout supper to bed. HOME SONGS. 157 I wish I was rich/ The selfish boy said, For then I would buy The handsomest sled,And every new playthi
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