88 HOW THE LEAVES CAME DOWN Come, children, all to bed," he cried; And ere the leaves could urge their prayer, Fluttering and rustling everywhere, I saw them; on the ground they lay, White bedclothes heaped upon her arm, The great bare tree looked down and smiled, SUSAN COOLIDGE. HUSH, MY DEAR, LIE STILL AND SLUMBER HUSH, my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed; Heavenly blessings without number How much better thou'rt attended Soft and easy is thy cradle; Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, I could give thee thousand kisses, Mayst thou live to know and fear Him, See His face, and sing His praise! ISAAC WATTS. IF I WERE A SUNBEAM IF I were a sunbeam, I know what I'd do: Rainy woodlands through: Raised its drooping head. If I were a sunbeam, I know where I'd go: Dark with want and woe: Art thou not a sunbeam, Sunshine never had? Oh, as God has blessed thee, Scatter rays divine! For there is no sunbeam But must die, or shine. LUCY LARCOM. JAPANESE LULLABY SLEEP, little pigeon, and fold your wings,- Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging— Away out yonder I see a star,— Silvery star with a tinkling song; - In through the window a moonbeam comes,- Up from the sea there floats the sob Of the waves that are breaking upon the shore, As though they were groaning in anguish, and moaning— Bemoaning the ship that shall come no more. But sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings, LADY MOON I see the Moon and the Moon sees me; -Old Rhyme. LADY MOON, Lady Moon, where are you roving? Over the sea. Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving? Are you not tired with rolling, and never Why look so pale and so sad, as forever Ask me not this, little child, if you love me; I must obey my dear Father above me, And do as I'm told. Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving? Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving? LORD HOUGHTON, (Richard Monckton Milnes). |