love-songs of childhood-第4节
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From Babyland； out yonder
Beside a silver sea；
You brought a priceless treasure
As gift to mine and me！
Last night my dear one listened …
And； wife； you knew the cry …
The dear old Stork has sought our home
A many times gone by！
And in your gentle bosom
I found the pretty thing
That from the realm out yonder
Our friend the Stork did bring。
Last night a babe awakened；
And； babe； how strange and new
Must seem the home and people
The Stork has brought you to；
And yet methinks you like them …
You neither stare nor weep；
But closer to my dear one
You cuddle； and you sleep！
Last night my heart grew fonder …
0 happy heart of mine；
Sing of the inspirations
That round my pathway shine！
And sing your sweetest love…song
To this dear nestling wee
The Stork from 'Way…Out…Yonder
Hath brought to mine and me！
THE BOTTLE TREE
A bottle tree bloometh in Winkyway land …
Heigh…ho for a bottle； I say！
A snug little berth in that ship I demand
That rocketh the Bottle…Tree babies away
Where the Bottle Tree bloometh by night and by day
And reacheth its fruit to each wee； dimpled hand；
You take of that fruit as much as you list；
For colic's a nuisance that doesn't exist！
So cuddle me and cuddle me fast；
And cuddle me snug in my cradle away；
For I hunger and thirst for that precious repast …
Heigh…ho for a bottle； I say！
The Bottle Tree bloometh by night and by day！
Heigh…ho for Winkyway land！
And Bottle…Tree fruit （as I've heard people say）
Makes bellies of Bottle…Tree babies expand …
And that is a trick I would fain understand！
Heigh…ho for a bottle to…day！
And heigh…ho for a bottle to…night …
A bottle of milk that is creamy and white！
So cuddle me close； and cuddle me fast；
And cuddle me snug in my cradle away；
For I hunger and thirst for that precious repast …
Heigh…ho for a bottle； I say！
GOOGLY…GO0
Of mornings； bright and early；
When the lark is on the wing
And the robin in the maple
Hops from her nest to sing；
From yonder cheery chamber
Cometh a mellow coo …
'T is the sweet； persuasive treble
Of my little Googly…Goo！
The sunbeams hear his music；
And they seek his little bed；
And they dance their prettiest dances
Round his golden curly head：
Schottisches； galops； minuets；
Gavottes and waltzes； too；
Dance they unto the music
Of my googling Googly…Goo。
My heart … my heart it leapeth
To hear that treble tone；
What music like thy music；
My darling and mine own！
And patiently … yes； cheerfully
I toil the long day through …
My labor seemeth lightened
By the song of Googly…Goo！
I may not see his antics；
Nor kiss his dimpled cheek：
I may not smooth the tresses
The sunbeams love to seek；
It mattereth not … the echo
Of his sweet； persuasive coo
Recurreth to remind me
Of my little Googly…Goo。
And when I come at evening；
I stand without the door
And patiently I listen
For that dear sound once more；
And oftentimes I wonder；
〃Oh； God！ what should I do
If any ill should happen
To my little Googly…Goo！〃
Then in affright I call him …
I hear his gleeful shouts！
Begone； ye dread forebodings …
Begone； ye killing doubts！
For； with my arms about him；
My heart warms through and through
With the oogling and the googling
Of my little Googly…Goo！
THE BENCH…LEGGED FYCE
Speakin' of dorgs； my bench…legged fyce
Hed most o' the virtues； an' nary a vice。
Some folks called him Sooner； a name that arose
From his predisposition to chronic repose；
But； rouse his ambition； he couldn't be beat …
Yer bet yer he got thar on all his four feet！
Mos' dorgs hez some forte … like huntin' an' such；
But the sports o' the field didn't bother him much；
Wuz just a plain dorg； an' contented to be
On peaceable terms with the neighbors an' me；
Used to fiddle an' squirm； and grunt 〃Oh； how nice！〃
When I tickled the back of that bench…legged fyce！
He wuz long in the bar'l； like a fyce oughter be；
His color wuz yaller as ever you see；
His tail； curlin' upward； wuz long； loose； an' slim …
When he didn't wag it； why； the tail it wagged him！
His legs wuz so crooked； my bench…legged pup
Wuz as tall settin' down as he wuz standin' up！
He'd lie by the stove of a night an' regret
The various vittles an' things he had et；
When a stranger； most likely a tramp； come along；
He'd lift up his voice in significant song …
You wondered； by gum！ how there ever wuz space
In that bosom o' his'n to hold so much bass！
Of daytimes he'd sneak to the road an' lie down；
An' tackle the country dorgs comin' to town；
By common consent he wuz boss in St。 Joe；
For what he took hold of he never let go！
An' a dude that come courtin' our girl left a slice
Of his white flannel suit with our bench…legged fyce！
He wuz good to us kids … when we pulled at his fur
Or twisted his tail he would never demur；
He seemed to enjoy all our play an' our chaff；
For his tongue 'u'd hang out an' he'd laff an' he'd laff；
An' once； when the Hobart boy fell through the ice；
He wuz drug clean ashore by that bench…legged fyce！
We all hev our choice； an' you； like the rest；
Allow that the dorg which you've got is the best；
I wouldn't give much for the boy 'at grows up
With no friendship subsistin' 'tween him an' a pup！
When a fellow gits old … I tell you it's nice
To think of his youth and his bench…legged fyce！
To think of the springtime 'way back in St。 Joe …
Of the peach…trees abloom an' the daisies ablow；
To think of the play in the medder an' grove；
When little legs wrassled an' little han's strove；
To think of the loyalty； valor； an' truth
Of the friendships that hallow the season of youth！
LITTLE MISS BRAG
Little Miss Brag has much to say
To the rich little lady from over the way
And the rich little lady puts out a lip
As she looks at her own white； dainty slip；
And wishes that she could wear a gown
As pretty as gingham of faded brown！
For little Miss Brag she lays much stress
On the privileges of a gingham dress …
〃Aha；
Oho！〃
The rich little lady from over the way
Has beautiful dolls in vast array；
Yet she envies the raggedy home…made doll
She hears our little Miss Brag extol。
For the raggedy doll can fear no hurt
From wet； or heat； or tumble； or dirt！
Her nose is inked； and her mouth is； too；
And one eye's black and the other's blue …
〃Aha；
Oho！〃
The rich little lady goes out to ride
With footmen standing up outside；
Yet wishes that； sometimes； after dark
Her father would trundle her in the park； …
That； sometimes； her mother would sing the things
Little Miss Brag says her mother sings
When through the attic window streams
The moonlight full of golden dreams …
〃Aha；
Oho！〃
Yes； little Miss Brag has much to say
To the rich little lady from over the way；
And yet who knows but from her heart
Often the bitter sighs upstart …
Uprise to lose their burn and sting
In the grace of the tongue that loves to sing
Praise of the treasures all its own！
So I've come to love that treble tone …
〃Aha；
Oho！〃
THE HUMMING TOP
The top it hummeth a sweet； sweet song
To my dear little boy at play …
Merrily singeth all day long；
As it spinneth and spinneth away。
And my dear little boy
He laugheth with joy
When he heareth the monotone
Of that busy thing
That loveth to sing
The song that is all its own。
Hold fast the string and wind it tight；
That the song be loud and clear；
Now hurl the top with all your might
Upon the banquette here；
And straight from the string
The joyous thing
Boundeth and spinneth along；
And it whirrs and it chirrs
And it birrs and it purrs
Ever its pretty song。
Will ever my dear little boy grow old；
As some have grown before？
Will ever his heart feel faint and cold；
When he heareth the songs of yore？
Will ever this toy
Of my dear little boy；
When the years have worn away；
Sing sad and low
Of the long ago；
As it singeth to me to…day？
LADY BUTTON…EYES
When the busy day is done；
And my weary little one
Rocketh gently to and fro；
When the night winds softly blow；
And the crickets in the glen
Chirp and chirp and chirp again；
When upon the haunted green
Fairies dance around their queen …
Then from yonder misty skies
Cometh Lady Button…Eyes。
Through the murk and mist and gloam
To our quiet； cozy home；
Where to singing； sweet and low；
Rocks a cradle to and fro；
Where the clock's dull monotone
Telleth of the day that's done；
Where the moonbeams hover o'er
Playthings sleeping on the floor …
Where my weary wee one lies
Cometh Lady Button…Eyes。
Cometh like a fleeting ghost
From some distant eerie coast；
Never footfall can you hear
