Child-Song. 191 Darnin' socks, and rockin' in the skreeky rockin' cheer; Pap gap, and wunder where it wuz the money went, And quar'l with his frosted heels, and spill his lini ment: And me a-dreamin' sleigh-bells when the clock 'ud whur and buzz, Long afore I knowed who "Santy-Claus" wuz! Size the fire-place up, and figger how "Old Santy" could Manage to come down the chimbly, like they said he would; Wisht that I could hide and see him-wundered what he'd say Ef he ketched a feller layin' fer him thataway! Here's my pack,-jes' he'p yourse'f, like all good boys does!" Long afore I knowed who 66 Santy-Claus" wuz! Wisht that yarn was true about him, as it 'peared to be 192 Child-Song. Truth made out o' lies like that un's good enough fer me ! Wisht I still wuz so confidin' I could jes' go wild Over hangin' up my stockin's, like the little child Climbin' in my lap to-night, and beggin' me to tell 'Bout them reindeers, and "Old Santy" that she loves so well. I'm half sorry fer this little girl sweetheart of hisLong afore THE SLEEPING FLOWERS. "WHOSE are the little beds," I asked, 66 Which in the valleys lie?" Some shook their heads, and others smiled, And no one made reply. 66 Perhaps they did not hear," I said; "I will inquire again. Whose are the beds, the tiny beds, So thick upon the plain?" "'T is daisy in the shortest ; A little farther on, Nearest the door to wake the first, Little leontodon. ""T is iris, sir, and aster, Anemone and bell, Batschia in the blanket red, And chubby daffodil." Meanwhile at many cradles Her busy foot she plied, 194 Child-Song. Humming the quaintest lullaby That ever rocked a child. "Hush! Epigea wakens! The crocus stirs her lids, Rhodora's cheek is crimson, She's dreaming of the woods." Then, turning from them, reverent, 66 Their bed-time 't is," she said; "The bumble-bees will wake them When April woods are red." EMILY DICKINSON. GOD, MAKE MY LIFE A LITTLE LIGHT. GOD, make my life a little light, God, make my life a little flower That giveth joy to all; Content to bloom in native bower,- God, make my life a little staff That so what health and strength I have MRS. B. M. EDWARDS. |