Little stay-at-home and her friends

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Title:
Little stay-at-home and her friends
Physical Description:
1 v. (unpaged) : col. ill. ; 24 cm.
Language:
English
Creator:
Whitelock, Louise Clarkson, 1865-1928 ( Author, Primary )
F. W. Robinson & Co ( Publisher )
A. Hoen & Co ( Printer )
Publisher:
F.W. Robinson & Co.
Place of Publication:
Philadelphia
Manufacturer:
A. Hoen & Co.
Publication Date:
Copyright Date:
1878

Subjects

Subjects / Keywords:
Wit and humor   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Orphans -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1879   ( lcsh )
Baldwin -- 1879
Genre:
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
poetry   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage:
United States -- Pennsylvania -- Philadelphia
United States -- Maryland -- Baltimore

Notes

Content Advice:
The alp child -- Just out -- The elf in the rain -- Tiny Tittens -- Dear little Stay-at-home -- Free 'ittle toad stools -- Little Fly-Away -- The baby on the beach -- Fast Miss Crocus -- Under an umbrella -- Babes in the woods.
Statement of Responsibility:
by L. Clarkson ; illustrated by the author.
Funding:
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).

Record Information

Source Institution:
University of Florida
Holding Location:
Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management:
All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier:
aleph - 002223129
notis - ALG3377
oclc - 30365136
System ID:
UF00047779:00001


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HER FRIENDS.








BY

L. CLARKSON,

AUTHOR OF
"Gathering of the Lilies," and "Violet, with Eyes of Blue."






ILLUSTRATED BY THE AUTHOR.






PHILADELPHIA:

F. W. ROBINSON & CO.

1879.




















































COPYRIGHT 1878,
BY
A: W. ROBINSON & CO.






























A. Hoen & Co.
Lithographers,
Baltimore.



















CONTENTS,



XTHE ALP CHILD.

(JuST OUT.

LTHE ELF IN THE RAIN.

TINY TITTENS.

DEAR LITTLE STAY-AT-HOME.

FREE LITTLEE TOAD STOOLS.

LITTLE FLY-AWAY.

XTHE BABY ON THE BEACH.

\ FAST MISS CROCUS.

,-UNDER AN UMBRELLA.

N\BABES IN THE WOODS.




















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A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR.










THE ALP CHILD.



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Wild Rose:-'-Pretty little Edelweiss;

Is it nice

Up there, in the snow and ice,

Edelweiss?"



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Edelweiss:--"Come an' see me where I grow
In the snow;
But you must be sure an' know
How to go.


You will have to climb as high
As the sky;
But you'll find me, bime-by,
If you try.


'Cause I live as far-as far 's
Birdies are.
Only little fairy stars
Are more far.


I can see them every night,
Dressed in white;
On their foreheads is a light
Soft and bright.


I like best to have it clear
'Way up here,
Would you be afraid to hear
Thunder near?











Would you want to hide your eyes,
When the sky
Opens, and the Lightning flies?
Would you cry?


One night,-I was 'most afraid;
But I prayed,
And some angel snow-flakes stayed
Near my bed."


Wild Rose:'-"Edelweiss, why do you stay
Far away
In the Alps?-Come down and play
Some bright day;



For our world is fair and
And no storm
Comes to trouble us with
Or alarm;



warm,


harm



All our grass is green and bright
In the light;
We are rosy with delight;-
You are white;












White and pure and cold
Edelweiss;
Come down to the warmth
Edelweiss.'



as snow,


and glow,



Edelweiss.--"Little Rose, don't tempt me;-I
Will tell you why:
Underneath your Summer sky
I would die.


I could never, never grow
Down below.
Grass is very sweet; but, oh!-
I love snow!



You grow in a Summ
While I stand
Wrapped in Winter,
In God's hand



er land,


always; and



Lie all things,-the earth, the sea,
Every tree,
Every bird, and flower, and bee,-
You and me.'











Wild Rose:-"But you must be very lonely,
Edelweiss;
With the Stars and Snow-flakes only,
And the ice."


Edelweiss:-"'Little Rose, I'm not alone;
Every stone
Speaks to me, the Echo's tone
Is my own.


Don't you love your home best, too?
'Course you do.
And God cares for both us two,-
Me and you.


When your 'Now-I-lay-me' 's said,
He who made
Your soul green, will raise your head,
A grass-blade.


And when it is time to take
My sleep,-He'll make
Just another white Snow-flake
When I wake."



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Chick!



Why!-I's only
One hour old;
Want to do home
Tause its told.












World's so big!-don't
Want to stay.
Time for dinner
I should say.

Not had nuffin'
Since I's born!
-Wonder if zat sing
Might be torn.

'Fraid it's most too
Big for me;
Fink my mamma
Might tum see.

Eat zat shell,
'F she don't tum;
Zen she won't have
No more home!

'F she don't hurry
I'll run off quick!-
Won't have any
Little chick.

She'll be sorry,
When Im gone,
'At she left me
All alone.








THE ELF IN THE RAIN.



Only a drop of
April' Rain;-
I want to go back
To the Sun again.

Only a Rain-Child
Dropping down
Out of the storm-cloud
Into the town.











I caught, as I came
From the April skies,
The Rain-bow's light
In my tear-ful eyes.


Do you wonder
What I see?-
A million little ones
Just like me.


Do you wonder
Where we go?-
Ask the south-winds
Where they blow.


Do you wonder
What I dream?-
Of a running brook,
A singing stream


I would drop down,
If I could,
Into the heart of
A wild green wood.



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I would run, with
The running brook,
Into some far-off
Fairy nook;


Or, I would drift with
The river's tide
Out to the ocean,
Deep and wide.


I think I would love
The ocean best;
For in my heart
Is a strange unrest:


My pulses thrill
To a far commotion;-
I know 'tis the sound of
The unseen Ocean;


And I would sail it
O'er and o'er;
I would touch at
Every shore.











I would rise,
When the day is done
Up the slant beam
Back to the Sun.


But I am falling,
Helplessly,
Far away from
The woods and the sea;


Far away from
The singing stream;
Far away from
The sun-set's beam;


Into the gloom
Of the dusty town.
Pity me, pity me,
Falling down,-


Into the dust of
The common street;
Pity me, pity me
Under your feet.









TINY TITTENS.



Tiny round tittens,-
One-two-free;
We all belongs to
One family.


Free tiny tittens,
Full of fun;
-Nuffin to worry us
Under 'e sun?












-Not quite nuffin,
If you please;
We've our troubles, too!-
Tall 'em Fleas!


See our Basket?-
Aint it snug?
Warm in there as
A Bug in a rug.


See our mammy?-
Aint she nice?
When she's awake,
She tatches mice.


When she's asleep
We sometimes tatch
Her very own tail;-
And don't she scratch!


When we's dood
She dives us dinner;
When she's mad-
Aint no fun in her.








DEAR LITTLE STAY-AT-HOME.



Blue Bird.-Little Lily of the Valley,

Living up your dark green alley,

Half the flowers do not know

You are pretty. If you go

Out some morning, you will meet

Pansy, who will call you sweet;











Blue-bell, who will want to play;
Rose-bud, who will beg you stay,
Little Lily, will you come?-
Thank you, I will stay at home."



Little Lily of the Valley,
I will take you riding; shall I?
Home is very nice and green;
But you never can be seen.
If you'll come and fly with me
All the merry flowers will see
You have hair like gold, and eyes
Bright and blue as summer skies;
Little Lily, do not fear-
Thank you, I am happier here."



Little Lily of the Valley,
All the flowers will have a ballet
In the moon-light, after 'while.
You arc dressed in charming style;
Your short satin gown of white
Will be just the thing to-night.











All the birds will want a chance
To see so sweet a flower dance;-
I've a dew-drop for your head-
"Thank you, but I'll be in bed."




Little Lily of the Valley,
I've no time to dilly-dally,
But you are too sweet and fair,
With your fleecy golden hair,
\ith your eyes of blue, to hide
In this corner. Come and ride
On my wings up to the sky;
To the very sun I'll fly;
I will take you to my nest-
Thank you, I like home the best.'








FREE LITTLEE TOAD-STOOLS.



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Free littlee Toad-stools;
Don't you see?

Jes' as tunnin' as
We tan be.


Where did we tur from?
We don't know.
Guess from the same place
Flowers grow!












What are we dood for?

-Jes' to teep

Rain from the mosses

Whey they sleep.



What else dood fot?

Lem'me see!

-Fool Boys, sometimes,

'Tween you an' me.



How old are we?

Don't know, twite;

Reckon we tame in

A shower, last night.



Where are we doin' to?

-0 my Soul!

Wif all the flowers, in

A Gate Big Hole!










LITTLE FLY-AWAY.



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Over the fields

And far away!

I am so happy

I cannot stay.

I come, I come

From I know not where;











I think that my name

Is "Silver Hair;"

But I have wings,
And I fly,-I fly,

Sometimes low,

And sometimes high.

I kiss my hand

To the flying wind;

He chases me,

And I leave him behind.

I think-I think
I am fairy born;

For the first sweet day

I sat by a thorn,-

A thistle, or thorn,-

And a Breeze came by,
And said I was pretty,

And asked me to fly

-Over the fields

And far away!












Over the fields

We flew in play,

And never more

Did I find my home,

And never more

Did I cease to roam.

I cannot rest,

I cannot tire;

I rise with the zephyr

Higher and higher;

I swing on the cob-web,

I ride on the mote

"That shines in the sun;

I dip and float

On the fairy foam

Of the running stream;

I rock in the sun-set's

Rosy gleam.
1 have been to look

Where the Rain-bow stops;












I have gone to sea

On the white wave-tops:

They call me, ''Dear

Little Fly-away."

I pass this lovely world

On my way

To Fairy-land;

But I think that 1

Bear a living message

As I fly.

I am fairy born,

With fairy wings;

But something within me

Lives and sings:

I cannot tell,

But it seems to me

The deathless soul

Of a life to be.

Something within me

Wakes and sings;












Something within me

Breathes and brings

A Thought from-Somewhere,

And, 'ere I go

I will leave the Thought

In your world below.

What is the message

I waft through the air?
I think-I dream

That a Seed I bear;

A Seed that shall live

And blossom, and

Bear fruit when I am
In Fairy-land.

So, over the fields

And far away!

Over the fields

In tireless play,
I fly, and am thankful

As I fly,













For I know I will bless you,

Going by.

I know ''Little Fly-away"

Has some worth,

And will leave a seed

In the sweet, green earth.








THE BABY ON THE BEACH.



Dess I's ze Baby
'At lives in zis shell;
Doin' to det outy here,
Ef ou don't tell.


Fink I's a Fish, tause
I live in ze water?
Ef 'ou don't know better
Dess 'ou 'bout oughter.



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I's a real littlee Baby,

An' sweet as a peach;

No Baby prettier

Lives on zis Beach.



What's 'at?-Did I tum in,

Jes' now, wif ze Tide?
Dess I don't know very

Much 'bout 'at ride.



Mus' been as'eep when

I sailed from ze sky;
When I wote up, I was
High and dry.



Dess I's most tired

A-restin' all day;

Dood-by!--to-morrow

I's doin' away.








FAST MISS CROCUS.



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Time folks was getting' up-
They're so slow!
I've been awake here
Hours ago!

Reckon I'll peep out;-
Who's afraid?
That dark ain't nothing'
Only shade!



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Been here long enough
In my bed;
Guess I'll push blanket
Off my head.


My stars! what a world!
Aint it white?
Flowers all tucked in
Their blankets tight.


I smell something ;
My! that's good!
Must be Arbutus
Up in the wood.


If there aint Snow-drop!
Seems to me
She'd better stay where
She oughter be.


Wonder what brought her
Out so soon!
S'pose she thought t'was
Afternoon.












She 'll get her nose nipped;

-Serve her right,-

Small children like her

Should keep out o' sight?



Wind needn't blow so!

Makes such a din.

Good gracious!-guess I'd

Better go in.



Where's my blanket gone?

Cold hurts so;

Poor little Crocus is

Freezin' up-oh!



B'lieve--I'm an orphan,-now;

Goin' to-die!

An' be-an Angel,

Up-in-the sky!







AN UMBRELLA.



Guess I big Folks,

'Tause I's got

Umbrella to myself,

When sun's hot.



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Once,-it rained hard

In zis wood,-

I did somesin'

Awful good.



Zere was Butter-tup

Dressed in yeller-

I jes' lent her

Half my 'breller.



Drops tame down hard!

You jes' bet

'F I hadn't been zere

She'd dot wet.



Wind blew like-fun!

Had to hold tight.

Wasn't Miss Butter-tup

In a fright!













I was bigger'n
She ever grew.
I made her tiss me-
Wouldn't you?

Once Boy bit me;
Got a pain.
You bet he won't
Bite me again!

'F he tums near me
I'll most till 'im:-
Give him a dose of
Podo-p h yll' m.

Folks, tease me, an' say
I grow'd zis spring.
Of tourse!-So did
Everysing!

Zere wasn't any world
'Fore I tame;
Why-I'm May-Apple!
Zat's my name.








BABES IN THE WOODS.



Two lone babies

In a tree;

Mother's gone!-

Hoo-oo! hoo-ee!










Father's dead;
Left us two
Orphans here!
Hoo-ee! hoo-oo!


Uncle never
Came to see
How we are!-
Hoo-oo! hoo-ee!


Robbers coming ;
-Got guns, too!
Kill us soon!-
Hoo-ee!-hoo-oo!


Sun's a shinin';
We can't see;
Blind as bats!-
Hoo-oo!-hoo-ee.


We want night,
So we do!
Cry for it-
Hoo-ee! hoo-oo!