And the merry streamlet, As it runs along, With a voice of sweetness Sings its evening song. Cowslip, daisy, violet, In their little beds, Hide their heavy heads; Lie in happy dreams, Till the rosy morning Wakes them with its beams. - Selected T LULLABY. HROUGH Sleepy-land doth a river flow; To the meadows green, on the other side. The boatman comes to carry the sheep Are drowsy from counting, "One, two, three," How many sheep does the baby see? Lullaby, sing lullaby! One little sheep has gone over the stream, Only two sheep, but he's bringing one more; Four little, five little sheep now are over; - E. Cavazza - St. Nicholas TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR. WINKLE, twinkle, little star; TWI How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, When the blazing sun is gone, In the dark blue sky you keep, And your bright and tiny spark -Jane Taylor THERE GOD'S FATHER-CARE. HERE is no birdling in the nest the breeze rocks in the tree, All featherless and fluttering, with eyes that cannot see, But brooding mother-wings are there to keep it snug and warm, And shelter it most lovingly from sunshine and from storm. To every flitting butterfly the flower-cups open wide; Beneath the green leaf's canopy the meanest worm may hide; Each tiny insect finds or builds some little house or cell, And in and out goes happily, contented there to dwell. Now who has thought of all these things? Who planned and made them all? The One who counts the shining stars, and suffers none to fall; His tender Father-love is stretched o'er everything we see, And faileth never, night or day, to care for you and me. - After the German of Hey - C. M. Harris. |