. Wayfarings . s— Now chase the clouds along the and wheel—one spirit these, For with the birds we soar and fly. 1,ENVOI. Prince, If thy Highness only please—O Prince, and thou shalt never die! Deign to accept, these handles with the birds we soar and fly. 82 VI A MERRY CAN. I can fly kites, oh—awful high,Away up highern the sky— Thus Bobbieboy can? said I, in quick surpriseAt Bobbieboys indignant eyes,— Cried he: Im not a can! Then, laughing at his queer mistake,I said: My word I will not break, So, Bobbieboy, my man,A can you are, a can were born,But yet a can w
. Wayfarings . s— Now chase the clouds along the and wheel—one spirit these, For with the birds we soar and fly. 1,ENVOI. Prince, If thy Highness only please—O Prince, and thou shalt never die! Deign to accept, these handles with the birds we soar and fly. 82 VI A MERRY CAN. I can fly kites, oh—awful high,Away up highern the sky— Thus Bobbieboy can? said I, in quick surpriseAt Bobbieboys indignant eyes,— Cried he: Im not a can! Then, laughing at his queer mistake,I said: My word I will not break, So, Bobbieboy, my man,A can you are, a can were born,But yet a can we do not scorn. For youre American. 85 A SPECIAL OCCASION. Fido, on Thanksgiving Day People ticalerly pray; Sit up straight and very still— Jesus, guard our lips from ill,Make us always true and good;As we thank thee for this our heads we meekly Saviour, bless us now;And when night-time cometh, thenGive us quiet sleep. Amen. People ticalerly pray,Fido, on Thanksgiving Day. 86. A Special Occasion. A CHILDS EVENING HYMN. Shepherd Jesus, in thy arms,Let thy little lamb repose, Safe and free from all alarmsIn the love the Shepherd shows;May my slumber quiet be,Angels watching over me! Often mother dear has toldHow the children thou didst bless, And I know that in thy foldAll is joy and happiness; May my slumber quiet be,Angels watching over me! Shepherd Jesus, make thy childPure and gentle as the my spirit , sleeping, kind and true;May my slumber quiet be,Angels watching over me! 87 AS FAR AS THE GATE. Laddie: Mother dear, I want to beWhere old Kitty I can seeTrotting home with my poppie. Mother: Laddie boy! Then you shall go All the way down Elm-tree Row,Mind you are not losted, though! Laddie: Huh! I wont get losted—whyOther day I walked, O myRound all the stable and the sty. Mother: All right, laddie, dont be no farther than the gate,You will not have long to wait; Laddie (later): Guess the gate cant go vey f
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