THE ROCK-A-BY LADY THE Rock-a-by Lady from Hushaby Street The poppies they hang from her head to her feet, There is one little dream of a beautiful drum- There is one little dream of a big sugar-plum, And dollies peep out of those wee little dreams And boats go a-floating on silvery streams, And the stars peek-a-boo with their own misty gleams, Would you dream all these dreams that are tiny and fleet? So shut the two eyes that are weary, my sweet, With poppies that hang from her head to her feet, EUGENE FIELD. RAIN THE rain is raining all around, It falls on field and tree, It rains on the umbrellas here. And on the ships at sea. ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON. THE RAINDROP'S RIDE SOME little drops of water Whose home was in the sea, To go upon a journey Once happened to agree. A white cloud was their carriage; They rode along at ease. But, oh! there were so many, Among the grass and flowers They then were forced to roam, Until a brooklet found them And carried them all home. ANONYMOUS. I THE LOST DOLL ONCE had a sweet little doll, dears, Her cheeks were so red and white, dears, And I cried for her more than a week, dears, I found my poor little doll, dears, As I played on the heath one day; And her arms trodden off by the cows, dears, CHARLES KINSGLEY. |