to break,
A many a child, and many a bird,
Doth now begin to wake.

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And when the morning dawns again,
The Sun comes to our east,
Then evening will begin with them,
And _they_ to bed will haste.

How very good of God it is,
To make the Sun to go
About this great round world of ours,
To light each country so.

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GOOD MAMA.

Love, come and sit upon my knee,
And give me kisses, one, two, three,
And tell me whether you love me,
My baby.

For this I'm sure, that I love you,
And many, many things I do,
And all day long I sit and sew
For baby.

And then at night I lay awake,
Thinking of things that I can make,
And trouble that I mean to take
For baby.

And when you're good and do not cry
Nor into wicked passion fly,
You can't think how papa and I
Love baby.

But, if my little girl should grow
To be a naughty child, I know
'Twould grieve mama to serve her so,
My baby.

And when you saw me pale and thin,
By grieving for my baby's sin,
I think, you'd wish that you had been
A better baby.

Good Little Fred.

When little Fred was call'd to bed
He always acted right;
He kiss'd Mama, and then Papa,
And wish'd them both good night.

He made no noise, like naughty boys
But quietly up stairs
Directly went, when he was sent,
And always said his prayers.

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THE DIZZY GIRL.

As Frances was playing, and turning around,
Her head grew so giddy, she fell to the ground;
'Twas well that she was not much hurt:
But, O what a pity! her frock was so soiled,
That had you beheld the unfortunate child,
You had seen her all covered with dirt.

Her mother was sorry, and said, Do not cry,
And Mary shall wash you, and make you quite dry,
If you'll promise to turn round no more.
What, not in the parlor? the little girl said:
No, not in the parlor; for lately I read,
Of a girl who was hurt with the door.

She was playing and turning, until her poor head
Fell against the hard door, and it very much bled,
And I heard Dr. Camomile tell,
That he put on a plaster, and covered it up,
Then he gave her some tea, that was bitter to sup,
Or perhaps it had never been well.

NEAT LITTLE CLARA.

Little Clara, come away,
Little Clara, come and p