ARIEL'S SONG [From The Tempest.] WHERE the bee sucks there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry; After summer, merrily. Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. SHAKESPEARE. BED IN SUMMER 'N winter I get up at night IN And dress by yellow candle-light. I have to go to bed and see And does it not seem hard to you, ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON. DON'T KILL THE BIRDS DON'T ON'T kill the birds, the pretty birds, Soon as the joyous spring has come, Oh! let them joyous live; And never seek to take the life That you can never give. Don't kill the birds, the pretty birds, That play among the trees; 'Twould make the earth a cheerless place, Should we dispense with these. The little birds, how fond they play! Do not disturb their sport; But let them warble forth their songs, Don't kill the birds, the happy birds, They claim our warmest love. No spot can be a cheerless place Where'er their presence be. DANIEL CLEMENT COLESWORTHY. DUTCH LULLABY WYNKEN, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe, Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish? The old man asked the three. 'We have come to fish for the herring-fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we!" Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. The old moon laughed and sang a song, The little stars were the herring-fish That lived in the beautiful sea "Now cast your nets wherever you wish— But never afraid are we;" So cried the stars to the fishermen three: Wynken, 82 DUTCH LULLABY All night long their nets they threw To the stars in the twinkling foam; Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe, Bringing the fishermen home. 'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed As if it could not be, And some folks thought 'twas a dream they dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies So shut your eyes while mother sings And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock on the crystal sea, Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. EUGENE FIELD. |