GIVE AS YOU'D TAKE. 59 He ties them one by one, And tells you all to run. He cries, "Run, run, Dick, Lucy, and Peter, "And, remember, just so you served the Fig-eater!" MRS. GILMAN. GIVE AS YOU'D TAKE. NURSERY SONGS OF SCOTLAND. My bairnies dear, when you go out From tricky, wee, mischievous loons. As you would like to take. To twist the mouth and call ill names Is surely very bad; Then all such doings still avoid, They'd make your mother sad. To shield the weakly from the strong, And aye to all such usage give, As you would like to take. 60 THE BIRD'S FUNERAL. A kindly word, a soothing look, We are one Maker's handiwork, He made us great and small Be sure such usage still to give As you would like to take. ALEXANDER RODGER. THE BIRD'S FUNERAL. HERE, in these rosy bowers, So charming was thy singing! Sweet May waked all her roses SONGS FROM THE GERMAN. MY FATHER. 61 MY FATHER. WHO took me from my mother's arms, Showed me the world, and nature's charms? My father. Who made me feel and understand The wonders of the sea and land, My father. Who climbed with me the mountain height, While rose the glorious orb of light? My father. Who, from each flower and verdant stalk, To fill the long, delightful walk? My father. Not on a poor worm would he tread, Nor strike the little insect dead; Who taught at once my heart and head? My father. Who taught my early mind to know My father. 62 MY MOTHER. Soon, and before the mercy-seat, Spirits made perfect, we shall meet! My father. ANN TAYLOR. MY MOTHER. WHO fed me from her gentle breast, When sleep forsook my open eye, Who was it sang sweet lullaby, And rocked me that I should not cry? My mother. Who sat and watched my infant head, My mother. When pain and sickness made me cry, And wept for fear that I should die ? My mother. |