LITTLE BLUE PIGEON LEEP, 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; To the soft dew falling I hear it calling- In through the window a moonbeam comes— Little gold moonbeam with misty wings; All silently creeping, it asks: “Is he sleepingSleeping and dreaming while mother sings ?” But sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings- Swinging the nest where my darling lies. THE LYTTEL BOY OME time there ben a lyttel boy That wolde not renne and play, And helpless like that little tyke Ben allwais in the way. "Goe, make you merrie with the rest," His weary moder cried; But with a frown he catcht her gown And hong untill her side. That boy did love his moder well, His cosset bleated in the croft, His toys unheeded lay,— He wolde not goe, but, tarrying soe, Ben allwais in the way. THE LYTTEL BOY Godde loveth children and doth gird And he doth smile in plaisaunce while 27 And some time, when he looked on earth And watched the bairns at play, He kenned with joy a lyttel boy Ben allwais in the way. And then a moder felt her heart How that it ben to-torne, She kissed eche day till she ben gray E TEENY-WEENY VERY evening, after tea, Teeny-Weeny comes to me, And, astride my willing knee, Plies his lash and rides away; Though that palfrey, all too spare Finds his burden hard to bear, Teeny-Weeny does n't care; He commands, and I obey! First it 's trot, and gallop then; He is riding fierce and fast. Till the horse breaks down at last. |