When its time To go to bed, For what's said. Folded hands, Saying prayers; Thinks it's odd; Hear her pray, Bed gown white; Kiss Dolly; Good night; That's Polly. Fast asleep, As you see; Heaven keep My girl for me! A BIRD'S-EYE VIEW. POEMS WRITTEN FOR A CHILD. [Roeite the two pieces below in a lively manner.] Quoth the boy, "I'll climb that tree And bring down a nest, I know." Quoth the boy, "My senses whirl; Of the wisdom of a girl, Or the feelings of a bird. Tell me what you reckon on Quoth the girl, "I watch them talk, When my daily task is done. They are very fond and kind. And the little robin bird (Nice brown, black and crimson breast) All the conversation heard, Sitting, trembling in his nest. "What a world," he cried, "of bliss, Full of birds and girls, were this; Blithe we'd answer to their call; MY BROTHER JIM. My brother Jim, my brother Jim, I loved him then, because he was The fear of getting soundly licked— Go much too far and then get kicked Whenever I got in a fuss I'd always call for brother Jim; How very proud was I, and bold, To keep the sun out of my eyes) Indeed, such was my modesty, Of every fight I had on hand Was something that I well could stand. And he, I'm very proud to note, My most original essays wrote- And did my work while I would play. I used to let him saw the wood, Allowed him all the fires to make; I never growled because he did I used to let him take my place I shared his joys and cakes with him- ROBERT OF LINCOLN. WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. Merrily swinging on briar and weed, Over the mountain side or mead, Robert of Lincoln is telling his name→→ Spink, spank, spink, Snug and safe is this nest of ours, Robert of Lincoln is gaily dressed, Wearing a bright, black wedding coat; White are his shoulders and white his crest, Hear him call in his merry note, “Bob-o-link, bob-o-link, Spink, spank, spink, Look what a nice new coat is mine! Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife, Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings, Passes at home a patient life, Broods in the grass while her husband sings, "Bob-o-link, bob-o-link, Spink, spank, spink, Brood, kind creature, you need not fear Modest and shy as a nun is she; Spink, spank, spink, Never was I afraid of man, Catch me, cowardly knaves, if you can, Six white eggs on a bed of hay, Flecked with purple, a pretty sight; There, as the mother sits all day, Robert is singing with all his might, "Bob-o-link, bob-o-link, Spink, spank, spink, Nice good wife, that never goes out, Soon as the little ones chip the shell Spink, spank, spink, This new life is likely to be Hard for a gay young fellow like me, " |