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Title: Fly-away fairies
Alternate Title: Fly-away fairies, and baby blossoms
Baby blossoms, or, What the winds are saying
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : col. ill. ; 28 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Whitelock, Louise Clarkson, 1865-1928
E.P. Dutton (Firm) ( Publisher )
Griffith and Farran ( Publisher )
Donor: Egolf, Robert ( donor )
Publisher: E.P. Dutton & Co.
Griffith and Farran
Place of Publication: New York
London
Publication Date: c1882
 Subjects
Subject: Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1882   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1882
Genre: Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
poetry   ( marcgt )
 Notes
Statement of Responsibility: by L. Clarkson.
General Note: Donated by Robert Egolf.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
 Record Information
Bibliographic ID: UF00053006
Volume ID: VID00001
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 - 002223130
notis - ALG3378
oclc - 62726147

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Title Page
        Page i
        Page ii
    Fly-away fairies
        Page 1
        To Edith
            Page 2
        The elf in the mist
            Page 3
            Page 4
        A fearless fay
            Page 5
            Page 6
        Little water-sprite
            Page 7
            Page 8
        The sea-airie
            Page 9
            Page 10
        A mischievous elf
            Page 11
            Page 12
        The dove's nursling
            Page 13
            Page 14
        The butterfly's fairy
            Page 15
            Page 16
    Baby blossoms or what the winds are saying
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Hush-a-bye, babies
            Page 19
            Page 20
            Page 21
            Page 22
            Page 23
            Page 24
            Page 25
            Page 26
            Page 27
            Page 28
        Babies in the flowers
            Page 29
            Page 30
            Page 31
    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
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to Ebith.

Happy Christmas time is here;
Christmas bringeth song and cheer;
Christmas bringeth frost and snow,
Holly branch and mistletoe.

Little Darling, tell me true,
What can Christmas bring to you?
Can it give you any good
Sweeter than your baby-hood?

Life grows greyer every year,
But of Time you have no fear;
Ruddy cheeks and eyes so blue-
Frost is far away from you.

Many Christmas days will bring
Only happy thoughts of Spring;
Thoughts of daisies in the meadow,
And of sunshine without shadow.

We have had our childhood's glow
And our daisies, long ago;
Now our hearts are touched with rime
While we keep your Christmas time.

There, my Darling, your sweet eyes
Chide me with their grave surprise:-
Why of course I'm very glad;
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'Cbe 13lf in the IIDiet.

JACK o' the Lantern!
Will o' the Wisp!
Where are you going
Through the mist ?
What are you following
Into the night
With your queer little
Bobbing light?
What have you lost in
The dismal swamp,
That you must seek with
Your tiny lamp ?
Is it a feather from my white dove?
Is it the heart of your little love?
Is it a star that fell from the sky?
Is it the nest of a buttery fly?
Jack o' the Lantern!
Will o' the Wisp!
What are you seeking
Through the mist?
Over the marshes,
Across the mere,
Hiding whenever
I come too near.
Where you are flitting,
Who can tell ?
That none can follow you,
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PERCHED on the steady back
Of the Eagle bold,
I soar where the snowy mountains
Are high and cold.

The shepherd's boy, he trembles
As we go by,
Though we seem but a far-off speck
In the cloudy sky.

Where is the Eagle's eyry
To which we go?
Ask of the howling north-winds
Where they blow.

Ask of the rushing storm-clouds
Whence they come;
And when they answer, I'll show you
The Eagle's home.















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I'M the Fairy of the lake,
On my snow-white swan I take
Many a happy ride.
Where the cat-tails grow up high,
Where the water-lilies lie,
We go gliding softly by
With the tide.

In the water, while I pass,
I can see, as in a glass,
Such a lovely face!
Who, I wonder, can it be,
Always looking up at me,
Following so silently
Into every place?

If you ever come to play
By the lake, some sunny day,
Please to tell me, do,
If the face that's peeping out,
Wearing such a pretty pout,
With white lilies twined about,
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I AM merry and wild,
The sea's own child;
My heart is gay and brave;
I laugh at the speed
Of my dolphin steed
As we skim along the wave.

The sea-winds blow,
And the sea-tides flow,
With an endless rush and roar.
My restless home
Is the white sea-foam,
Far, far from any shore.

If you cross the sea,
You may look for me
Where the sun on the water gleams;
But while you sleep
I am riding the deep,
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HERE comes a Dragon-fly-
Run, children, run!
If we could only catch it,
Wouldn't that be fun?

But if the Fly should catch us,
'Twould be another thing:
Folks say that Dragon-flies
Know how to sting.

For on its back capers
A naughty little Elf;
'Twould make you laugh to see him
In spite of yourself.

In his hand he flourishes
A lash, long and thin,
And the prick on the end of it
Is worse than a pin.

But he has wings for flying,
That leave his steed behind him;
So if yozt catch the Dragon-fly,
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Cbe Dove'! IRuroitno.


SAFE on the wings
Of the Dove I lie,
And sail through the peaceful
Evening sky.

The Dove is seeking
Her quiet nest,
And I shall sleep neathh
Her gentle breast.

For the bird, I trust,
Is a Mother-dove,
And I with her little ones
Share her love.

She coos to us
Through the Summer night;
She brings us food
With the morning light.









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FLUTTER, flutter, in the sun;
Who can be this pretty one?

Up above the world so high
On a golden Butterfly!

Who can stand so sure, yet airy,
But the Butterfly's own Fairy?

Tiniest in Fairyland;
Favourite of the Elfin band.

She can guide the restless thing;
She can calm its eager wing.

Now it comes and now it goes;
Now it lights upon a rose.

Happy all the shining day;
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"Hush-a-bye, babies,
On the tree to ;
Rock in your cradles
And never stop."
What does the Wind say,
Baby dear?
Who's in the tree-top
Waiting to hear?
Is it the little Birds
Under the wing?-
No; for their Mother
Is there to sing.
Is it the Honey-Bee
Buzzing all day?-
No; for the busy Bee
Can not stay.
Is it the Butterfly
Flitting so high ?-
No; for gone is
The Butterfly.
Who can it be
The kind Wind swings
High in the Apple-tree
While he sings:
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HUSH-A-BYE, BABIES.


Look, my Little One,
High in the tree;
Tell me, what does
My Darling see?
Look where the sweet
Pink Blossoms shine;
What do you see there,
Baby mine?-
The funniest, cunningest,
Tiniest heads
Of Fairy Babies
Asleep in their beds!
Listen, my Little One,
Hark to the breeze;
Hear what it sings
In the Apple-trees:-



SOUTH WIND'S SONG.

Hush-a-bye, babies,
Oni the tree to ;
VWhen the wind blows
The cradles will rock.
Faint and low, soft and slow,
Rock in your cradle-beds;
Sleee, sleep, I will keep
Dreams in your pretty heads.
I am the South Wind, mild and sweet;
I bring sunshine and light and heat.
Rest, little Blossoms, rest;
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Isn't the song sweet,
Baby dear?
Bee and Butterfly
Stop to hear;
Birdie stirs
In his nest to peep,
And see if the Babies
Are all asleep.
Who shall waken them?-
Listen how
The West Wind sings
In the Apple-bough:-

WEST WIND'S SONG.
"Rock-a-bye, babies,
On the tree top ,
When the bough bends
The cradles will rock.
Swing, swing, I will bring
Dew, and colour, and scent.
To and fro, come and go,-
See how the .,.'.'' is bent
I am the West W/ind, fresh and free;
The babies will open their eyes to me.
Wake, little Blossom, wake;
For the gentle W/est Wind's sake.
Swing, swing,
I will b,'i,,,'
Dew, and colour, and scent.
To and fro,
Come and go,-
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HUSH-A-B YE, BABIES.


Listen, my Darling,
Another breeze
Sobs and sighs
In the Apple-trees.
The thunder rolls;
Dim is the sun;
Scared are the babies
Every one.
See how they creep
From each tiny nest!
Poor little things
With no mother-breast!
They weep for the sun
To shine again,-
But the East Wind sighs
Its song of rain:-




EAST WIND'S SONG.

"Drear, drear,
Rain is /ere;
Babies have done witf/ sleep.
Pour, pour,
Sleep no Imore;
Babies must learn to weep.
I am tIe East 1Winfd, sad and grey;
I bring rain and tears to-day.
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HUSH-A-BYE, BABIES.


O, my Little One,
Who comes now,
Tossing and flinging
The Apple-bough ?
See how the cradles
Tumble around!
Babies will surely
Fall to the ground.
Poor little Blossoms
Cry with fear;-
Aren't you sorry,
Baby dear?
Loud is the song
The North Wind sings,
Tossing the frightened,
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NORTH WIND'S SONG.

"Blow, blow, high and low,
Babies nmust come with me;
Shake, shake, the bough may break,
Then where will Babies be ?
' When the bough breaks
The cradles will fall,
Down will come cradles
And Babies and all!'
I am the North Wind wild and strong!
Babies must go when they hear my song;
Go, little Blossoms, go
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Blow, blow;
Here we go !
Babies must never fear.
How could the red, red, apples grow
If Babies staid up here?
Bee and Butterfly know the way;
They want Babies to fly to-day.
Fly, little Blossoms, fly,
Down from the cloudy sky.
There is nothing so glad and sweet
As the new world beneath your feet;
For the bright Crocuses are there,
And the young Daisies, white and fair,
And the sky-blue-eyed Violet,
And plenty more that are coming yet.
Fall, fall, one and all,
Down to the pleasant earth;
Down to the place where Flowers grow;
Down to another birth.
Babies were up in their beds too long;
See how big they have grown, and strong!
See how the Flowers watch and wait,
And wonder what makes the Babies late.-
Soon you will rest, little Blossoms, rest,
On your Mother-earth's green breast.


















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