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The Verses in this Book are written by
Mrs. Sale Barker.
The Illustrations are .by
A. W. Cooper.
The Book is printed by
Ernst Kaufmann, at Lahr, Baden.
All rights reserved.
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GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS
BROADWAY, LUDGATE HILL
GLASGOW AND NEW YORK.
OUR OLD HALL.
SUST our home, where happy childhood,
\With it's merry hours pass;
Sands, so quickly, lightly shaken
SOut of Time's great Hour glass.
Enter children, softly treading,
Look with me within the door-
i See, the fire redly gleaming,
Lighting up the oaken floor.
See, the windows, many coloured;
See, the figures, clad in mail;
Such a hall would rightly figure
In some wondrous old-world tale.
OUR OLD HALL.
UP TO THE NURSERY.
,' i' i T P to the Nursery, now we go,
,- L.::: through the bannister down below;
S \\i t can you see on the winding stair ?
E_ ut a little lad, with tumbled hair.
.,% Two little girls, all trim and neat,
o see them, really is a treat;
S Not so, that urchin sliding, alack !
j-yIi \.' ', He will tear his clothes, or break his back.
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UP TO THE NURSERY.
Look into the Nursery, what do we see,-
Nurse stitching away, as brisk as a bee;
Toys and games, and tea on the table,
Let us begin, as soon as we're able.
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FROM THE NURSERY WINDOW.
FROM THE NURSERY WINDOW.
-' 0 lV, look from the Nursery window,
As far as your eyes can gaze,
Over the brooks and meadows,
To the distance, lost in the haze;
Oulit there, lie the wood-covered hill tops,
.T lhe valleys, sleeping below;
--.. i And the silent line of the river
,.' \ which shows where its waters flow.
SThe trees'have skeleton branches,
The hills and the meadows are white,
The cold, stern hand of King Winter
Is there, with its wondrous might.
The restless river lies silent,
Ice-bound, neathh a shining veil,
Like a tired warrior, resting
Within his coat of mail.
I I1 r OULD you see the Mother
', 'l il Of the children, four?
'I (Ralph, Joan, Madge and Philip),
She is standing at the door.
Welcome more than violets,
On this winter day;
. '' Welcome more than lilies,
:i In the month of May.
FATHER COMES HOME.
CLICK, click, click, upon the frosty ground,
Come the horses' feet, what a pleasant sound!
Down the dark, dark drive, lanterns flash and gleam,
Children now look out, father may be seen,
Mother, children all, cluster in the hall.
" What a cold, cold night, snow again will fall;"
Little clever hands, father's pockets find,
Father thinks the presents Must be left behind."
Soon, though, a large parcel on the table stands,
Many knots now puzzle the skill of tiny hands.
,I HIS, our home in Winter weather;
Then, too, came glad Christmas day,
lWhen the house was decked with holly,
SAnd children's laughter made it gay.
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'|i: iI'h."ir Round the table, merry faces
Shone, all full of childhood's light;
Love, it is that makes a household,
i l And the lives of children bright.
Little footsteps, in the evening,
Pattered briskly on the floor,
S-ii Stopping underneath the mistletoe,
Hanging just within the door.
So much for our home in winter,
Let us turn to it in Spring-
When the world all round is smiling,
And the birds begin to sing.
IN THE WOOD.
SHE winter gone-Sweet Spring has come again,
AThe flowers peep, and soon begin their reign;
The tender leaves, now show their soft pale green,
The woods are musical; the singers seen.
Each tree can boast a nest,-a happy home
For baby birds, as yet too young to roam,
The half-fledged creatures look in timid fear,
Amazed to see the great world, far and near.
The children from our home are running there,
To pick the primroses, which seem most fair;
The wood is echoing to their shriller cries,
The music of the birds now fades and dies.
IN TH WOO
SHE children out a-walking,
Were soon obliged to run;
The wind blew hard, the rain fell fast,
And yet they thought it fun;
Their umbrellas inside out,
They lost them, every one.
It was an April shower;
A wild, wild March wind, too,
And, yet it was the month of May,
When there was this ado;
But, who indeed would think it ?
I am sure a very few.
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O UT in the field, under a tree-
-A wide-spread, shady tree,-
We pitched our tent in summer,
"Delightful spot," said we.
We smell the hay all round us,
We see the bright, bright sun,
Yet from it we are sheltered;
We're pleased with what we've done.
Within our tent, we made some tea,
Tea, plentiful and strong;
Alas! we were not left in peace,
To sip our Bohea long.
A cow, with other thoughts than those
Which fill a staid cow's mind,
Looked in, and quite upset us all;
We thought it most unkind.
OUR little gardens, lying side by side,
Four little gardeners, eyeing them with pride,
Four little spades, for digging up the ground,
Four little hoes-most useful they are found.
-Four little water-pots, painted a bright green,
Cause four little gardeners great delight, I ween;
Four little pairs of shoes, I'm very much afraid,
Get more water than the flowers-if the truth is said.
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0 UP GARDENS,
Four pretty rose-trees, roses in full blow,
To let all the world see how our roses grow;
Four little gardeners-there you may stay,
Working in the garden, happy all the day.
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J UST the place, that, fit for Fairy,
i. Has a power all it's own;
When the children rest within it-
'."., Joy has come, all trouble flown.
S-." '' Safe from every baby-worry,
.. Leaving every care and hurry;
,' ':' Here a peace, and all it's own.
Every thing the eye can rest on,
.. l Every sound that meets the ear;
Sweet perfume that fills the chamber,
Breathes of one we hold so dear.
Running here with every sorrow,
Knowing we shall comfort borrow,
3, Feeling that we have no fear.
E scarcely dare to enter,
S- Scarce peep within the door,
V I Scarce let our little shadows
i Fall upon the polished floor;
I j I For father sits with earnest look,
Si i Intently fixed upon his book.
; j' Yet sometimes we're invited,
_He/ e greets us with a smile;
"--- II And then, we gladly, quietly,
Step in, to stay awhile.
He tells us all we want to learn;
Reluctant towards the door, we turn.
1; HE cosiest, prettiest nook,
S To take your work or book,-
Is Granny's room.
Here china; pictures on the wall,
The best indeed of all,-
Is Granny's room.
S 'And one is always there
;- Beside the window, in her chair,-
-L In Granny's room.
'Tis Granny's self, with smile so bright,
It seems to make the whole world light,-
In Granny's room.
A welcome for us all is here,
Be sure the place to us is dear,-
It's Granny's room.
GR ANDMOTHER'S ROOM.
SF our home I've tried to tell you,
Of the rooms, you've seen a few;
S There are many we did not enter,
-IBut they are not barred to you.
We've a drawing-room and kitchen,
And many others beside;
i jBut there is not one with a skeleton,
iFor we have none to hide.
Though many a cloud and shadow,
SMay darken the dear old hall,
We know that many a sunbeam
Around it again will fall.
We know that the clouds will open,
And the silver lining show,-
To cheer us in sorrow or sickness,
On the journey we all must go;
And even if 'death should visit
Our home, so full of love,
We shall all be re-united
In our Father's Home above.
A ND now, goodbye, we four must say,
But hope to meet another day;
We've friends, you know, to tell about,
And, so for them we pray, look out.
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