ome little birds came peeping out,
And then they opened wide their mouths for food;
The yellow birds flew down and skipped about,
And brought them something very nice and good.
Lullaby, lullaby!
And so they grew and grew, till puss, one day,
Tore down the pretty nest with sudden rush,
But Johnny saw, and took the birds away,
And placed them in the nest, back on the bush.
Lullaby, lullaby!
The old ones found them safe, poor trembling things;
They smoothed and fed them, and that very day
They taught them how to spread their little wings,
And 'mong the garden trees to soar away.
Lullaby, lullaby?
* * * * *
SNOW.
The snow, the snow is coming,
So graceful and light,
All over every thing,
Beautiful and white.
A thousand, thousand snow-flakes,
They're swimming in the air;
They fall upon the cherry-trees,
And hang like blossoms there.
They are coming, coming, coming,
As far as I can see;
They 'light, like little fairy birds,
Upon the old oak tree.
Each flake of snow is pretty--
A spangle or a gem;
But they melt away in dew-drops--
I can not treasure them.
They melt beneath the sunbeam,
They sink into the ground,
And where they vanish, by-and-by,
Sweet flowers will be found,
And I am told they moisten
And make the flowrets grow;
So, welcome, very welcome,
Are the gentle flakes of snow.
Poor lammie! what a pity
One little foot is hurt,
And the face that was so pretty
Is covered with the dirt!
But up, and never mind it;
A little brook is near--
Among the grass you'll find it--
The water's cool and clear.
I guess you will feel better--
Step in and take a drink;
That shallow brook of water,
With flowers around the brink.
* * * * *
LULLABY.
A woman gently rocks her easy chair,
With a sweet infant lying on her breast,
The gentle motion waving her long hair,
As thus she sings her little one to rest,
Lullaby, lullaby!
Another twilight, and my heart is thrilled
Still with thy living beauty; angel feet
This day have trod our threshold, but to shield,
And not to bear thee hence, my baby sweet.
Lullaby, lullaby!
One radiant star is shining in the west,
A softer radiance is in thine eyes;
Upon the slen
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