A FAIRY LULLABY I half suspect that many men, And many, many women, too, Could learn a lesson from the hen With foliage of vermilion hue; She ne'er presumed to take offence At any fate that might befall, But meekly bowed to ProvidenceShe was contented-that was all! A FAIRY LULLABY THERE are two stars in yonder steeps And singing gayly all day long, So sleep, dear tired baby, sleep Beside his loving mother-sheep What does he know of midnight gloom- Sleep, little lamb; sleep, little child- 331 BALLAD OF THE JELLY-CAKE A LITTLE boy whose name was Tim I fear 't will make your stomach ache!" But foolish little Tim demurred Unto his mother's warning word. That night, while all the household slept, Tim felt an awful pain, and then From out the dark a nightmare leapt And stood upon his abdomen! "I cannot breathe!" the infant cried"Oh, Mrs. Nightmare, pity take!" "There is no mercy," she replied, "For boys who feast on jelly-cake!" And so, despite the moans of Tim, The cruel nightmare went for him. At first, she 'd tickle Timmy's toes Or roughly smite his baby cheek— And now she'd rudely tweak his nose And other petty vengeance wreak; And then, with hobnails in her shoes And her two horrid eyes aflame, The mare proceeded to amuse Herself by prancing o'er his frame— First to his throbbing brow, and then Back to his little feet again. At last, fantastic, wild, and weird, MORNING SONG Each member of this hoodoo horde Surrounded Tim with fierce ado His aching system through and through, Next morning, looking pale and wild, "We live to learn," responded he, "And I have lived to learn to take Plain bread and butter for my tea, And never, never, jelly-cake! For when my hulk with pastry teems, MORNING SONG THE eastern sky is streaked with red, And from his distant ocean bed Rolls up the morning sun. The star-eyed daisy cries; Kind Nature seems to say, And all her works devoutly sing A hymn to birth of day, So, haste, without delay, Haste, fairy friends, on silver wing, And to your homes away! 333 TO A SLEEPING BABY'S EYES AND thou, twin orbs of love and joy! Bright are the summer morning skies, There broods a chill, oppressive gloom All for the brightness of thine eyes. How dark this little world would be This sweet home-world that worships thee— So let their wondrous glories shine On those who love their warmth and joy- Awake, O sleeping little boy. DREAM, DREAM, DREAM! DREAM, dream, dream Of meadow, wood, and stream; Of flower and tree, All under the noonday gleam; Of the song and play Of mirthful day Dream, dream, dream! Dream, dream, dream Of glamour, glint, and gleam; The night wind sings To the moon and the stars abeam; Of whimsical sights Dream, dream, dream! A LULLABY A LULLABY THE stars are twinkling in the skies, The moon is singing to a star There is a little one asleep That does not hear his mother's song; But angel watchers-as I weep Surround his grave the night-tide long. And as I sing, my sweet, to you, The same sweet lullaby he knew 335 |