POEMS CHILDREN LOVE GENTLE JESUS, MEEK AND MILD. ENTLE Jesus, meek and mild, G Look upon a little child, Pity my simplicity, Teach me, Lord, to come to Thee. Fain would I to Thee be brought, Charles Wesley. A CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER. ESUS, tender Shepherd, hear me; J Bless Thy little lamb to-night; Through the darkness be Thou near me, Watch my sleep till morning light. All this day Thy hand has led me, Thou hast clothed and warmed and fed me; Let my sins be all forgiven! Bless the friends I love so well! Take me, when I die, to Heaven; Happy, there with Thee to dwell. May Lundie Duncan. I I LOVE LITTLE PUSSY. LOVE little pussy. Her coat is so warm, So I'll not pull her tail, Very gently will play. She will sit by my side, And I'll give her her food, Anonymous. TWINKLE, TWINKLE. WINKLE, twinkle little star, When the blazing sun is gone, 3 The Swing Then the traveller in the dark, In the dark blue sky you keep, As your bright and tiny spark Jane Taylor. THE SWING. ow do you like to go up in a swing, How Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside Till I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown Up in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and down! Robert Louis Stevenson. M MY BED IS A BOAT. y bed is like a little boat; Nurse helps me in when I embark; At night, I go on board and say Good night to all my friends on shore; And sometimes things to bed I take, All night across the dark we steer; Robert Louis Stevenson. I A GOOD BOY. WOKE before the morning, I was happy all the day, I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play. And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood, And I am very happy, for I know that I've been good. Pirate Story 5 My bed is waiting cool and fresh, with linen smooth and fair, And I must off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my prayer. I know that, till to-morrow I shall see the sun arise, No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight my eyes. But slumber hold me tightly till I waken in the dawn, And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn. Robert Louis Stevenson. PIRATE STORY. HREE of us afloat in the meadow by the swing, T Three of us aboard in the basket on the lea. Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring, And waves are on the meadow like the waves there are at sea. Where shall we adventure, to-day that we're afloat, To Providence, or Babylon, or off to Malabar? Hi! but here's a squadron a-rowing on the sea— The wicket is the harbour and the garden is the shore. Robert Louis Stevenson. |