y-fringe is furled,
When the birds from wood and meadow
In their hidden nests are curled,
Then I think of all the babies
That are sleeping in the world.
There are babies in the high lands
And babies in the low,
There are pale ones wrapped in furry skins
On the margin of the snow,
And brown ones naked in the isles
Where all the spices grow.
And some are in the palace,
On a white and downy bed;
And some are in the garret,
With a clout beneath their head;
And some are on the cold, hard earth,
Whose mothers have no bread.
O little men and women,
Dear flowers yet unblown--
O little kings and beggars
Of the pageant yet unshown--
Sleep soft and dream pale dreams now,
To-morrow is your own.
MY DOLLY
Hush, Dolly, bye, Dolly, sleep, Dolly, dear,
See what a bed, Dolly, I've for you here;
Therefore, to sleep, Dolly! don't fret and cry;
Lay down your head, Dolly, shut up your eye.
When the bright morn, Dolly, once more has come,
Up gets the sun, and goes forth to roam;
Then shall my dear Dolly soon get up, too;
Then shall be playtime for me and for you.
Now go to sleep, Dolly, good night to you;
You must to bed, Dolly--I'm going too;
Just go to sleep without trouble or pain,
And in the morning I'll come back again.
THE CHILD AND THE WORLD
I see a nest in a green elm-tree
With little brown sparrows--one, two, three!
The elm-tree stretches its branches wide,
And the nest is soft and warm inside.
At morn the sun, so golden bright,
Climbs up to fill the world with light;
It opens the flowers, it wakens me,
And wakens the birdies--one, two, three.
And leaning out of my window high,
I look far up at the blue, blue sky,
And then far out at the earth so green,
And think it the loveliest ever seen--
The loveliest world that ever was seen!
EVENING SONG
BY C. FRANCES ALEXANDER
Little birds sleep sweetly
In their soft round nests,
Crouching in the cover
Of their mother's breasts.
Little lambs lie quiet,
All the summer night,
With their old ewe mothers,
Warm, and soft, and white.
But more sweet and quiet
Lie our little heads,
With our own dear mothers
Sitting by our
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