And the dear little girls and their brothers; And the babies so jolly and fat, Astride on the hips of their mothers And as black as a gentleman's hat. And the queer little heaps of old women; The tongue they talk mostly is Tamul, - Phillips Brooks. THE FERRY FOR SHADOWTOWN. WAY to and fro in the twilight gray; SWAY This is the ferry for Shadowtown; It always sails at the end of the day, Just as the darkness closes down. Rest, little head, on my shoulder so; See, where the fire-logs glow and spark, There, where the mirror is glancing dim, Those over there on the window-sill. Rock slow, more slow in the dusky light, Dear little passenger, say "Good-night!' We've reached the harbor for Shadowtown! -Motherhood. O' THE STARS' BALL. H! the stars, one and all, One night, way up in the sky; They invited the Earth To join in their mirth, But it feared to go up so high. No fiddler had they Their music to play, And the stars were afraid 'twould fail; But the man in the moon He whistled a tune, And the comet kept time with his tail. They danced, and they danced, And they pranced, and they pranced, Till the Moon said 'twas all he desired; For his lips were so sore He could whistle no more, And the comet began to get tired. So they faded away In the dim light of day, The moon and the stars from the ball. But sad to relate, Next night they were late, And came near not shining at all. - Ladies' Home Journal OUR FLAG. FLAG LAG of our country brave, We love to watch thee wave; Our love is true. Oh! let us loudly sing! Loudly let our praises ring, Praise to this noble thing, Red is the blood that rolls; Blue is the sky; White are the heroes' souls, For thee that die. Oh! let us loudly sing! Loudly let our praises ring, Still waves on high. Oh! let us loudly sing! Thanks unto our God and King, Selected. HURRAH FOR THE FLAG. THE HERE are many flags in many lands, But there is no flag, however grand, I know where the prettiest colors are, How to get them here I could make a flag I would cut a piece from an evening sky, Then I'd want a part of a fleecy cloud, We shall always love the "Stars and Stripes," To this land of ours and the dear old flag, Then hurrah for the flag! our country's flag, Its stripes and white stars too; There is no flag in any land, Like our own "Red, White, and Blue!" - Selected SWEET AND LOW. WEET and low, sweet and low, SWE Wind of the western sea; Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west, Under the silver moon; Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. |