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SONG OF GOOD-MORNING.
The night and the stars go down in the West,
Birds sing in the dawn and the dew,
The day and the sur come up in the East,
And the world says "Good-morning!" to you.
Your gold head's a-stir oq the pillow's white breast, .
Your blue eyes blink out to the light:
A-stir are the gold and the brown everywhere,
Aqd a tlousaqd blue eyes are as bright!
The silver sweet bells are a-chirqe iq the homes;
The wee folks, with ups aqd with dowqs,
Slip out of white nighties, aqd iqto their gay,
Their work-away, play-away gowqs.
The buds that all qight wore night-caps of greeq
Have bloorqed with the blossoming day:
Each daisy is white with moonlight, aqd gold
With a golden star's goldeqest ray.
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Blush roses are flushed with the blush of the dawn,
The buttercups blaze with the sun,
The violets have caught the hue of the sky
And are blue with its blue every one.
The bees are a-field, and they gather the sweets
In the honey-sweet hearts of the flowers;
They hurq at their toil, and their hum is a song
That they sing though they toil for hours.
A-ching-a-ling-ling go the cow-bells afar,
A-tinkle the bells of the sheep,
Away oq the hills, ard down in the dales
Where the grasses are dewy and deep.
But sweeter than buds that blow iq the sun,
And fresher thaq dew of the morn,
S i Aqd gladder than birds that sing as they wing,
And fairer than heaven at the dawn, L
S' And dearer than all that is dear in the world,
SAre ye dear wee worsen aqd rqeq!
,. ,,Ye make the world qew; aqd after each night
Ye make it come morning again!
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BALLAD OF THE BABY BREAKFAST.
There was a little mother,
With a little girl aqd boy,
Aqd all her spare half-miqutes
She worked for them with joy.
She sat her down aqd broidered
A table-cloth for them,
With blue-birds in the corners
Aqd cherries rourd the hem.
She fringed them little napkins,
With birdies on them too,
Aqd little bibs she wrought them
With rqany a curly-cue.
Aqrd little bowls she bought them,
As fair as pearly shells,
With bumblebees on Willie's
Aqd butterflies oq Belle's.
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She baked a loaf each morning
Of sweetest wheaten bread,
She milked the pretty bossy
All spotted white aqd red.
She set the little table,
She picked them each a rose,
The wee high-chairs of willow
She drew up quick aqd close.
A little bell of silver
She ran aqd rang outdoors,.
Aqd called therrn in to breakfast,
Aqd tied their pinafores.
They clarqbered up so hungry,
With many a snrile aqd coo,
They ate up all the honey,
Aqd all the butter too.
Aqd not a crust or crurqble,
Aqd not a drop left they;
Then down again they clarqbered
Aqd ran away to play.
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BALLAD OF THE SUGAR COOKY,
Iq his rqamma's tidy kitchen,
On a baking-day,
While his rqamma cooked the cookies,
Tiptie helped as wee folks may.
With his rlamma's big white apron
Tied beneath his chin,
Like a giant baby's bib-cloth-
You'd have laughed had you peeped in!-
Up beside her at the table
Climbed he quick with glee,
Aqd a half a thousand questions
Of his rqamma asked he.
How much flour aqd milk aqd sugar?
Any raisiqs, say?
Will they all have scalloped edges?
How rruch spice ard caraway?"
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Gayly answered she his questions,
As she mixed the dough,
Rolled, arid with a cunning cutter
Cut the cookies rouqd as O.
Then a half a dozeq big plums
Tiptie tucked in each,
Just before into the oveq
Wert they off beyond his reach.
But it seerred to him the baking
Never would be done,
As the tall clock's laggard rrinutes
Tiptie counted one by one.
So for hirq his lovely rmamma
Rhymed a story new,
Of a little country school-boy
Tripping schoolward through the dew.
How, a-swinging high his basket,
With its cookies three,
One flew out-and in the grasses
Never, never fouqd it he.
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But the tiny crawling creatures,
Where the grass-roots curled,
Fouqd it, aqd rejoiced aqd feasted
Iq their little uqder-world.
Fouqd it too the gauzy-winged ones
Frorq the sunny air,
Aqd the many-legged aqd winged oqes
Wanted each the lioq's share!
Aqd they fought aqd fought each other-
Till a bustling hen,
With a dozeq hungry dowqies,
Drove them all away agaiq.
Tiptie had forgot his cookies,
Hearing of that oqe,
Till, a-sudden, stopped the story -
Mamma to the oveq run!
She the crispest cooky gave him,
But he begged for three!-
So that like the little school-boy
Iq the story he might be.
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BALLAD OF THE RUNAWAY BABY.
Bird Sparrow had ever a thing to do
That midsummer afternoon
So he balanced aqd swung oq a red-cedar tip
Aqd chirped a bit of a tuqe.
The piqk baby-girl was idle as he,
Aloqe oq the lawn at play,
Aqd wheq the bird sang,"Come, Piqk Baby, to me!"
Piqk Baby weqt over the way.
But playful Bird Sparrow he flitted ahead,
As fast as Piqk Baby came nigh,
Till she tired of his game of catch-if-you-can,
Aqd wished that she too could fly.
Yet ever a wing for the wishing had she
Of hum-humming bee or of bird-
With baby feet only she followed their lead,
Till the sound of the sea she heard.
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Aqd there were the merry waves running to laqd,
Aqd there was enough to do
For the busiest play-baby .girl in the world,
Aqd all delightfully qew.
For the waves tossed up, right there at her feet,
Queer crabs, aqd star-fish, aqd shells;
She rqade houses of saqd, with gardens about,
Aqd five or six real-water wells.
Aqd just as the slipper she played was a boat
Weqt sailing away out of reach-
With a loud .happy shout her big brother Tom
Raq dowq the silver saqd beach.
Aqd swift as the flight of the gay sparrow bird
His ponies they cantered them home,
Aqd rqamma and nurse aqd the horre-folks all
Cried, "Baby! O, Baby has comee"
Aqd Piqk Baby wondered, with very big eyes,
At the joy as they carried her iq-
For ever the Piqk Baby dreamed that she
A runaway baby had been!
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BALLAD OF THE SETTING SUN.
By the lovely western window,
Iq the rosy glow,
Willie watched the sun burq downward
Through the pines that staqd, a-row,
Dark against the western sky-liqe,
Oq the great earth's rim-
Watched the last spark go out slowly,
While his rniamma sung to him:
"It is like a wonder story,
What the gold sun sees
When he rolls away to westward,
Off behind the dark pine trees.
"Here the night-time follows play-time,
Drearn-time cores with dark-
Where the suq goes, there the day is,
With its dawn-sky aqd its lark.
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*"While you sleep, the other babies,
Where the sun goes rouqd,
Indoors play oq nursery carpets,
Outdoors oq the grassy ground.
"Copper-colored Iqdiaq babies,
With their wild-wood ways,
Arrqed with tiny bows aqd arrows,
Go a-hunting iq their plays.
"On the sandy shores of islands
Set iq southern seas,
Babies ever dressed iq dresses
Wade iq water to their kqees.
S"Iq the qorth-laqd of the reindeer,
White with shining sqows,
Baby wears a fuzzy fur-skiq
Close up to his chubby nose.
-AU" lq the flowery Japaq kingdom,
Hair aqd eyes of black,
Babies gay in flowery dresses
Ride their rqammas pick-a-back.
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"While their yellow Chinese neighbors,
Hair aqd eyes as jet,
Eat their rice with little chop-sticks,
Learn the queerest alphabet.
"Then the sun half laughs at seeing
Such a wee black lump
As the woolly Afric baby
Riding oq a carrel hump;
"Or the little child of Dutch-land,
Pink and white aqd gold,
Shod iq wooden shoes that clatter,
Aqd so very prirq aqd old.
"Theq the pretty English children
Good-night kisses he-
Shines across the wide blue oceaq,
Iq the morning here to be!
"So the sun rolls oq forever,
Making nights aqd days,
Seeing all the strange aqd sweet sights,
All the babies' ways aqd plays."
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-A BLUE AN GOLD
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AND TO ALL THE BOYS
AND ALL THE GIRLS
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