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THE TURTLE-DOVES.

Often turned to her mate,

Who was sitting close by.

"Coo," said the Turtle-dove,

"Coo," said she,

"O, I love thee," said the Turtle-dove,
"And I love THEE."
In the long, shady branches

Of the dark pine-tree,
How happy were the doves,

In their little nursery.

The young turtle-doves

Never quarrelled in the nest;

For they dearly loved each other, Though they loved their mother best. "Coo," said the little doves,

"Coo," said she,

And they played together kindly,

In the dark pine-tree.

Is this nursery of yours,
Little sister, little brother,
Like the Turtle-doves' nest, -
Do you love one another?
Are you kind, are you gentle,
As children ought to be?
Then the happiest of nests

Is

your own nursery.

AUNT EFFIE'S RHYMES.

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WHAT I LOVE.

WHAT A CHILD HAS.

THE snail, see, has a house;
A fur coat has the mouse;

The sparrow has its feathers brown;
The butterfly its wings of down.

Now tell me, darling, what have you?
"I have clothes, and on each foot a shoe;
Father and mother, life and glee;

So good has God been unto me.'

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SONGS FROM THE GERMAN

WHAT I LOVE.

I LOVE my mother's gentle kiss,
I love to join my brother's play,

I love to walk with little sis,

And view the shops and pictures gay.

I love my toys and books to see,
I love god-mother's silver cup,
But the best thing of things to me,
Is when my father takes me up.

Father, when I'm as tall as you,

And you are small like little sis,
I'll lay you on my shoulder too,

And let you feel how nice it is.

MRS. GILMAN.

LITTLE RAIN-DROPS.

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THE LITTLE ANGEL.

RIGHT into our house one day,
A dear little angel came;
I ran to him, and said softly,
"Little angel, what is your name?"

He said not a word in answer,

But smiled a beautiful smile,

Then I said: "May I go home with you?
Shall you go in a little while?"

But mamma said :

"Dear little angel,

Don't leave us! O, always stay! We will all of us love you dearly!

Sweet angel! O, don't go away!"

So he stayed, and he stayed, and we loved him, As we could not have loved another;

Do you want to know what his name is?

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LITTLE RAIN-DROPS.

Pitter patter, pitter patter,
Down the window pane?

They won't let me walk,

And they won't let me play,
And they won't let me go

Out of doors at all to-day.

They put away my playthings,
Because I broke them all;

And then they locked up all my bricks,
And took away my ball.

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The little rain-drops cannot speak :
But pitter-patter-pat

Means, "We can play on this side,
Why can't you play on that?"

AUNT EFFIE'S RHYMES.

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