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You must often, as you trod,
Have wearied not to be abroad.

You have curious things to eat,
I am fed on proper meat;
You must dwell beyond the foam,
But I am safe and live at home.
Little Indian, Sioux or Crow,
Little frosty Eskimo,

Little Turk or Japanee,

O! don't you wish that you were me?

From "A Child's Garden of Verses," copyright, 1895, by Charles Scribner's Sons.

DO YOUR BEST

Do your best, your very best,

And do it every day;

Little boys and little girls,

That is the wisest way.

ALL THINGS BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL

A

CECIL FRANCIS ALEXANDER

LL things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.

The rich man in his castle,
The poor man at his gate,
God made them, high or lowly
And order'd their estate.

The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The morning, and the sunset
That lighteth up the sky,

The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.

The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,

The rushes by the water
We gather every day.

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty,

Who hath made all things well.

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FROM THE GERMAN

SLEEP, baby, sleep!

Thy father watches his sheep;

Thy mother is shaking the dreamland tree,

And down comes a little dream on thee.

Sleep, baby, sleep!

Sleep, baby, sleep!

The large stars are the sheep; The little stars are lambs, I guess,

And the gentle moon is the shepherdess. Sleep, baby, sleep!

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CHRISTINA ROSSETTI

WHO has seen the wind?

Neither I nor you;

But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?

Neither you nor I;

But when the trees bow down their heads The wind is passing by.

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WH

In her nest at peep of day? "Let me fly," says little birdie, "Mother, let me fly away."

Birdie, rest a little longer,

Till the little wings are stronger.

So she rests a little longer,

Then she flies away.

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