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The great； long； red…legged scissors…man。
Oh； children； see！ the tailor's come
And caught our little Suck…a…Thumb。
Snip！ snap！ snip！ the scissors go；
And Conrad cries out … 〃Oh！ oh！ oh！〃
Snip！ snap！ Snip！ They go so fast；
That both his thumbs are off at last。
Mamma comes home； there Conrad stands；
And looks quite sad； and shows his hands； …
〃Ah！〃 said mamma； 〃I knew he'd come
To naughty little Suck…a…Thumb。〃
From the German of Heinrich Hoffman ＇1798…1874＇
WRITTEN IN A LITTLE LADY'S LITTLE ALBUM
Hearts good and true
Have wishes few
In narrow circles bounded；
And hope that lives
On what God gives
Is Christian hope well founded。
Small things are best；
Grief and unrest
To rank and wealth are given；
But little things
On little wings
Bear little souls to heaven。
Frederick William Faber ＇1814…1863＇
MY LADY WIND
My Lady Wind； my Lady Wind；
Went round about the house to find
A chink to set her foot in；
She tried the keyhole in the door；
She tried the crevice in the floor；
And drove the chimney soot in。
And then one night when it was dark
She blew up such a tiny spark
That all the town was bothered；
From it she raised such flame and smoke
That many in great terror woke；
And many more were smothered。
And thus when once； my little dears；
A whisper reaches itching ears …
The same will come； you'll find：
Take my advice； restrain the tongue；
Remember what old nurse has sung
Of busy Lady Wind。
Unknown
TO A CHILD
Small service is true service while it lasts：
Of humblest friends； bright creature！ scorn not one：
The daisy； by the shadow that it casts；
Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun。
William Wordsworth ＇1770…1850＇
A FAREWELL
My fairest child； I have no song to give you；
No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray：
Yet； if you will； one quiet hint I'll leave you
For every day。
I'll tell you how to sing a clearer carol
Than lark who hails the dawn on breezy down；
To earn yourself a purer poet's laurel
Than Shakespeare's crown。
Be good； sweet maid； and let who will be clever；
Do noble things； not dream them； all day long：
And so make Life； and Death； and that For Ever
One grand sweet song。
Charles Kingsley ＇1819…1875＇
RHYMES OF CHILDHOOD
REEDS OF INNOCENCE
Piping down the valleys wild；
Piping songs of pleasant glee；
On a cloud I saw a child；
And he laughing said to me：
〃Pipe a song about a lamb！〃
So I piped with merry cheer。
〃Piper； pipe that song again；〃
So I piped： he wept to hear。
〃Drop thy pipe； thy happy pipe；
Sing thy songs of happy cheer！〃
So I sang the same again；
While he wept with joy to hear。
〃Piper； sit thee down and write
In a book that all may read。〃
So he vanished from my sight；
And I plucked a hollow reed；
And I made a rural pen；
And I stained the water clear；
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear。
William Blake ＇1757…1827＇
THE WONDERFUL WORLD
Great； wide； beautiful； wonderful World；
With the wonderful water round you curled；
And the wonderful grass upon your breast；
World； you are beautifully dressed。
The wonderful air is over me；
And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree …
It walks on the water； and whirls the mills；
And talks to itself on the tops of the hills。
You friendly Earth； how far do you go；
With the wheat…fields that nod and the rivers that flow；
With cities and gardens； and cliffs and isles；
And people upon you for thousands of miles？
Ah！ you are so great； and I am so small；
I tremble to think of you； World； at all；
And yet； when I said my prayers to…day；
A whisper inside me seemed to say；
〃You are more than the Earth； though you are such a dot：
You can love and think； and the Earth cannot！〃
William Brighty Rands ＇1823…1882＇
THE WORLD'S MUSIC
The world's a very happy place；
Where every child should dance and sing；
And always have a smiling face；
And never sulk for anything。
I waken when the morning's come；
And feel the air and light alive
With strange sweet music like the hum
Of bees about their busy hive。
The linnets play among the leaves
At hide…and…seek； and chirp and sing；
While； flashing to and from the eaves；
The swallows twitter on the wing。
The twigs that shake； and boughs that sway；
And tall old trees you could not climb；
And winds that come； but cannot stay；
Are gaily singing all the time。
From dawn to dark the old mill…wheel
Makes music； going round and round；
And dusty…white with flour and meal；
The miller whistles to its sound。
And if you listen to the rain
When leaves and birds and bees are dumb；
You hear it pattering on the pane
Like Andrew beating on his drum。
The coals beneath the kettle croon；
And clap their hands and dance in glee；
And even the kettle hums a tune
To tell you when it's time for tea。
The world is such a happy place；
That children； whether big or small；
Should always have a smiling face；
And never； never sulk at all。
Gabriel Setoun ＇1861…
A BOY'S SONG
Where the pools are bright and deep；
Where the gray trout lies asleep；
Up the river and over the lea；
That's the way for Billy and me。
Where the blackbird sings the latest；
Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest；
Where the nestlings chirp and flee；
That's the way for Billy and me。
Where the mowers mow the cleanest；
Where the hay lies thick and greenest；
There to track the homeward bee；
That's the way for Billy and me。
Where the hazel bank is steepest；
Where the shadow falls the deepest；
Where the clustering nuts fall free；
That's the way for Billy and me。
Why the boys should drive away
Little sweet maidens from the play；
Or love to banter and fight so well；
That's the thing I never could tell。
But this I know； I love to play
Through the meadow； among the hay；
Up the water and over the lea；
That's the way for Billy and me。
James Hogg ＇1770…1835＇
GOING DOWN HILL ON A BICYCLE
A Boy's Song
With lifted feet； hands still；
I am poised； and down the hill
Dart； with heedful mind；
The air goes by in a wind。
Swifter and yet more swift；
Till the heart with a mighty lift
Makes the lungs laugh； the throat cry： …
〃O bird； see； see； bird； I fly。
〃Is this； is this your joy？
O bird； then I； though a boy；
For a golden moment share
Your feathery life in air！〃
Say； heart； is there aught like this
In a world that is full of bliss？
'Tis more than skating； bound
Steel…shod to the level ground。
Speed slackens now； I float
Awhile in my airy boat；
Till； when the wheels scarce crawl；
My feet to the treadles fall。
Alas； that the longest hill
Must end in a vale； but still；
Who climbs with toil； wheresoe'er；
Shall find wings waiting there。
Henry Charles Beeching ＇1859…1919＇
PLAYGROUNDS
In summer I am very glad
We children are so small；
For we can see a thousand things
That men can't see at all。
They don't know much about the moss
And all the stones they pass：
They never lie and play among
The forests in the grass：
They walk about a long way off；
And； when we're at the sea；
Let father stoop as best he can
He can't find things like me。
But； when the snow is on the ground
And all the puddles freeze；
I wish that I were very tall；
High up above the trees。
Laurence Alma…Tadema ＇18 …
〃WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND？〃
Who has seen the wind？
Neither I nor you：
But when the leaves hang trembling；
The wind is passing through。
Who has seen the wind？
Neither you nor I：
But when the trees bow down their heads；
The wind is passing by。
Christina Georgina Rossetti ＇1830…1894＇
THE WIND'S SONG
O winds that blow across the sea；
What is the story that you bring？
Leaves clap their hands on every tree
And birds about their branches sing。
You sing to flowers and trees and birds
Your sea…songs over all the land。
Could you not stay and whisper words
A little child might understand？
The roses nod to hear you sing；
But though I listen all the day；
You never tell me anything
Of father's ship so far away。
Its masts are taller than the trees；
Its sails are silver in the sun；
There's not a ship upon the seas
So beautiful as father's one。
With wings spread out it flies so fast
It leaves the waves all white with foam。
Just whisper to me； blowing past；
If you have seen it sailing home。
I feel your breath upon my cheek；
And in my hair； and on my brow。
Dear winds； if you could only speak；
I know that you would tell me now。
My father's coming home； you'd say；
With precious p
