On yonder mountain-side a vine
Clings at the foot of a mother pine;
The tree bends over the trembling thing
And only the vine can hear her sing:
"Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;
What shall you fear when I am here?
Sleep, little one, sleep."

The king may sing in his bitter flight,
The tree may croon to the vine to-night,
But the little snowflake at my breast
Liketh the song I sing the best, —
Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;
Weary thou art, anext my heart;

Sleep, little one, sleep.

— Eugene Field — A Little Book of Western Verse.

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"HO, FOR SLUMBERLAND!"

LITTLE song for bedtime, when, robed in gowns of white,

All sleepy little children set sail across the night

For that pleasant, pleasant country, where the pretty dream-flowers blow,

Twixt the sunset and the sunrise,

"For the Slumber Islands, ho!"

When the little ones get drowsy, and heavy lids droop

down

To hide blue eyes and black eyes, gray eyes, and eyes of

brown,

A thousand boats for Dreamland are waiting in a row,
And the ferrymen are calling,

"For the Slumber Islands, ho!"

Then the sleepy little children fill the boats along the

shore,

And go sailing off to Dreamland; and the dipping of the

oar

In the sea of Sleep makes music that the children only

know

When they answer to the boatmen's

"For the Slumber Islands, ho!"

Oh! take a kiss, my darlings, ere you sail away from me In the boat of dreams that's waiting to bear you o'er the

sea;

Take a kiss, and give one, and then away you go,

A sailing into Dreamland,

"For the Slumber Islands, ho!"

- Eben E. Rexford - St. Nicholas.

CAN YOU COUNT THE STARS?

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CAN you count the stars that brightly

Twinkle in the midnight sky?

Can you count the clouds, so lightly
O'er the meadows floating by?

God the Lord doth mark their number
With his eyes that never slumber.
He hath made them, ev'ry one.

Do you know how many children.
Rise each morning, blithe and gay
Can you count the little voices,

Singing sweetly, day by day?
God hears all the little voices,
In their pretty songs rejoices,
He doth love them, ev'ry one.

SONGS OF WINTER.