BEHOLD! a little baby boy, His throne his mother's knee. Now in her face with laughing eye And now at rest Upon her breast, He gently sinks to sleep. His lips are red, his teeth like pearls, How soft and fair, His eyes, how bright and blue! His tiny hands are white and plump, And waking, or asleep, Beneath his clothes, His little toes, How cunningly they peep! Oh! many things are beautiful; When day is done, The rainbow in the skies. My own pet lamb is innocent, And full of play is he; The violet With dew-drops wet Is sweet and fair to me. But there is one more beautiful, Gay, tender, sweet, and mild,` With heart of joy, A loved and loving child. LITTLE RAIN-DROPS. OH! where do you come from, 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 And then they lock'd up all my bricks Tell me, little rain-drops, They say I'm very naughty, I should like to play with you. The little rain-drops cannot speak, But "pitter patter pat Means, "We can play on this side, Why can't you play on that?" OH LOOK AT THE MOON! OH! look at the moon, Pretty moon, pretty moon, You shine on my playthings, And I love to look up At your pretty bright face. And there is a star Close by you, and may be COME HERE, LITTLE ROBIN. COME here, little Robin, and don't be afraid, Come here, little Robin, and pick up some bread, I don't mean to hurt you, you poor little thing, And pussy-cat is not behind me ; So hop about pretty, and put down your wing, Cold Winter is come, but it will not last long, ANNIE'S GARDEN. IN little Annie's garden There were pinks, and mignonette, Sweet peas, and morning glories, A bed of violets blue, And marigolds, and asters, In Annie's garden grew. |