C June ist. JUNE. "OME on, come on! 'tis summer-time, The golden year is in its prime ! June speeds along 'mid flowers and dews, Rainbows, clear skies, and sunset hues ; And hark, the cuckoo ! and the blithe Low ringing of the early scythe ! Anon. June 20. WHAT BABY SAYS. WHAT HAT does little baby say Baby says, like little birdie, Tennyson. M MARY ANN'S CHILD. ARY-ANN was alone with her baby in arms, A prettier babe never did babble and smile Up a-top of a proud mother's knee : And his mother did toss him, and kiss him, and call Him her darling, and life, and her hope, and her all. W. Barnes. June 4th. THE DOVE'S NEST, LOOK, little Rose, with a careful eye, 'Tis the ring-dove's nest in that fir-tree high. That is her nursery, there she loves Children's Friend. June 5th. WHO PRAYETH BEST. HE prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best S. T. Coleridge. R BED-TIME. OSEBUD lay in her trundle-bed, With her small hands folded above her head; And fixed her innocent eyes on me, While a thoughtful shadow came over their glee. I pray to the Father my soul to keep; Chatterbox. M June 7th. MAUD MULLER. AUD Muller, on a summer's day, Whittier. F June 8th. FEEDING THE FAIRIES. `AIRIES, fairies, come and be fed, Come and be fed like hens and cocks; Hither and thither with delicate tread, Poems written for a Child. |