low o'er the hills of life,
With half the courage you show to-day,
You are sure to win in the strife.

Then go, little man, and never you fear
But look the world in the face,
And you'll find on the heights of life, my boy,
That world will make you a place.

'Tis only the brave that fortune finds,
'Tis only the good who win;
The sluggards' bulwarks are tumbled down,
And he falls in the gutters of sin.

So up, little man, and never say fail,
Though frosts of adversity fall;
With courage your armor, and hope for a sword,
There is naught your heart can appall.

Lullaby

Slumber sweet, noddlekins,
Nurse is full of prickly pins,
Mamma's full of kisses sweet
For dimpled hands and rosy feet.

Slumber comes--close your eyes,
Angels watch you from the skies,
Little dreams come drifting down
To veil those roguish eyes of brown.

Nestling close on Mamma's arm,
You are safe from every harm.
Close I clasp you--all my joy,
Centers in you--darling boy.

Now your eyelid fringes meet,
Kissed by slumbers, soft and sweet.
Who can wonder, angels keep
Tender watch when babies sleep?

For I'm sure no lovelier sight
Ever graces realms of light,
They are golden links of love
Binding earth to Heaven above.

Sleep, my baby, sleep and rest,
Nestled close on Mother's breast;
Harm can never reach you here,
God and Mother guard you, dear.

Two of Them

Where is the little boy Tommy?
Not in the parlor with hammer and tacks,
Not in the kitchen with sharp little axe,
Not on the lawn where patient old Bose
Lies half asleep with a fly on his nose;
Not in the garden planting his seeds,
Pulling up flowers as often as weeds,
No little Tommy.

Nor in the barn do I see his short legs,
Climbing the ladder to hunt for the eggs;
Nor yet in the meadow where cowslips are yellow,
Half hid by the grass, do I see the wee fellow,
I am sure he was here but a moment ago--
I wonder why boys are gotten up so!
Queer little Tommy.

Oh! down in the orchard where apples are green
A moment ago Master Tommy was seen--
High in the top of a gnarled old tree
Stuffing his pockets, and hiding from me;
Playing me tricks, for he knows full well
That his mamma's away, and that I won't tell.
I won't tell, and you wonder why?
Well, Tommy's a boy--and so was I.