• TABLE OF CONTENTS
HIDE
 Front Cover
 Title Page
 Frontispiece
 Half Title
 To Alison Cunningham
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 Bed in summer
 A thought
 At the sea-side
 Young night thought
 Whole duty of children
 Rain
 Pirate story
 Foreign lands
 Windy nights
 Travel
 Singing
 Looking forward
 A good play
 Where go the boats?
 Auntie's skirts
 The land of counterpane
 The land of Nod
 My shadow
 System
 A good boy
 Escape at bedtime
 Marching song
 The cow
 Happy thought
 The moon
 The wind
 Keepsake mill
 Good and bad children
 Foreign children
 The sun's travels
 The lamplighter
 My bed is a boat
 Time to rise
 The swing
 Looking-glass river
 Fairy bread
 From a railway carriage
 Winter-time
 The hayloft
 Farewell to the farm
 North-west passage
 The child alone
 Garden days
 Envoys
 Advertising
 Back Cover
 Spine






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Title: A child's garden of verses
Physical Description: 164 p. : incl. front., illus. ; 17 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Stevenson, Robert Louis, 1850-1894
Publisher: H. Altemus company
Place of Publication: Philadelphia
Publication Date: 1902
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Title Page
        Page 2
        Page 3
    Frontispiece
        Page 4
    Half Title
        Page 5
        Page 6
    To Alison Cunningham
        Page 7
        Page 8
    Table of Contents
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
    List of Illustrations
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
    Bed in summer
        Page 16
        Page 17
    A thought
        Page 18
    At the sea-side
        Page 19
    Young night thought
        Page 20
    Whole duty of children
        Page 21
    Rain
        Page 22
    Pirate story
        Page 23
        Page 24
    Foreign lands
        Page 25
        Page 26
    Windy nights
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
    Travel
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
    Singing
        Page 33
    Looking forward
        Page 34
    A good play
        Page 35
    Where go the boats?
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
    Auntie's skirts
        Page 40
    The land of counterpane
        Page 41
    The land of Nod
        Page 42
        Page 43
    My shadow
        Page 44
        Page 45
    System
        Page 46
        Page 47
    A good boy
        Page 48
    Escape at bedtime
        Page 49
    Marching song
        Page 50
        Page 51
    The cow
        Page 52
        Page 53
    Happy thought
        Page 54
    The moon
        Page 55
    The wind
        Page 56
        Page 57
    Keepsake mill
        Page 58
        Page 59
    Good and bad children
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
    Foreign children
        Page 63
        Page 64
    The sun's travels
        Page 65
    The lamplighter
        Page 66
    My bed is a boat
        Page 67
        Page 68
    Time to rise
        Page 69
    The swing
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
    Looking-glass river
        Page 74
        Page 75
    Fairy bread
        Page 76
    From a railway carriage
        Page 77
        Page 78
    Winter-time
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
    The hayloft
        Page 82
        Page 83
    Farewell to the farm
        Page 84
        Page 85
    North-west passage
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
        Page 98
    The child alone
        Page 99
        Page 100
        The unseen playmate
            Page 101
            Page 102
            Page 103
        My ship and I
            Page 104
            Page 105
            Page 106
        My kingdom
            Page 107
            Page 108
            Page 109
        Picture-books in winter
            Page 110
            Page 111
            Page 112
            Page 113
        My treasures
            Page 114
            Page 115
        Block city
            Page 116
            Page 117
        The land of story-books
            Page 118
            Page 119
        Armies in the fire
            Page 120
            Page 121
            Page 122
        The little land
            Page 123
            Page 124
            Page 125
            Page 126
    Garden days
        Page 127
        Page 128
        Night and day
            Page 129
            Page 130
            Page 131
        Nest eggs
            Page 132
            Page 133
            Page 134
            Page 135
        The flowers
            Page 136
            Page 137
        Summer sun
            Page 138
            Page 139
        The dumb soldier
            Page 140
            Page 141
            Page 142
            Page 143
        Autumn fires
            Page 144
            Page 145
        The gardener
            Page 146
            Page 147
        Historical associations
            Page 148
            Page 149
            Page 150
    Envoys
        Page 151
        Page 152
        To Willie and Henrietta
            Page 153
            Page 154
        To my mother
            Page 155
        To auntie
            Page 156
        To Minnie
            Page 157
            Page 158
            Page 159
        To my name-child
            Page 160
            Page 161
            Page 162
        To any reader
            Page 163
            Page 164
    Advertising
        Advertising 1
        Advertising 2
        Advertising 3
        Advertising 4
        Advertising 5
        Advertising 6
        Advertising 7
        Advertising 8
        Advertising 9
        Advertising 10
        Advertising 11
        Advertising 12
        Advertising 13
        Advertising 14
        Advertising 15
        Advertising 16
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
    Spine
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A CHILD'S GARDEN OP

VERSES

BY
ROBERT- LOUIS SIEV SON

WITH ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ILLUSTRATIONS

Copyright 1902 by Henry Altemus


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TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM


FROM HER BOY

F OR the long nights you lay awake
And watched for my unworthy sake :
For your most comfortable hand
That led me through the uneven land:
For all the story-books you read:
For all the pains you comforted:
For all you pitied, all you bore,
In sad and happy days of yore:-
My second Mother, my first Wife,
The angel of my infant life-
From the sick child, now well and old,
Take, nurse, the little book you hold!

And grant it, Heaven, that all who read
May find as dear a nurse at need,
And every child who lists my rhyme,
In the bright, fireside, nursery clime,
May hear it in as kind a voice
As made my childish days rejoice!

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TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM
BED IN SUMMER
A THOUGHT .
AT THE SEA-SIDE
YOUNG NIGHT THOUGHT
WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN
RAIN .
PIRATE STORY .
FORiIGN' LANDS
WINDY NIGHTS .
TRAVEL
SINGING .
LOOKING FORWARD .
A GOOD PLAY .
WHERE GO THE BOATS? .
AUNTIE'S SKIRTS


CONTENTS


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CONTENTS


THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE.
THE LAND OF NOD .
MY SHADOW .
SYSTEM .
A GOOD BoY .
ESCAPE AT BEDTIME
MARCHING SONG
THE Cow .
HAPPY THOUGHT
THE MOON .
THE WIND .
KEEPSAKE MILL
GOOD AND BAD CIIILDREN
FOREIGN CHILDREN .
THE SbN'S TRAVELS
THE LAMPLIGHTER .
MY BED IS A BOAT .
TIME TO RISE .
THE SWING .
LOOKING-GLASS RIVER .
FAIRY BREAD .
FROM A RAILWAY CARRIAGE
WINTER-TIME .
THE HAYLOFT .
FAREWELL TO THE FARM


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CONTENTS

NORTH-WEST PASSAGE
1. Good-night.
2. Shadow March.
3. In Port.

THE CHILD ALONE

THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE
MY SHIP AND I .
MY KINGDOM
PICTURE BOOKS IN WINTER
MY TREASURES .....
BLOCK CITY
THE LAND OF STORY-BOOKS
ARMIES IN THE FIRE
THE LITTLE LAND .

GARDEN DAYS


NIGHT AND DAY
NEST EGGS. .
THE FLOWERS .
SUMMER SUN
THE DUMB SOLDIER
AUTUMN FIRES .
THE GARDENER
HISTORICAL ASSOCIATIONS


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CONTENTS


ENVOYS
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To WILLIE AND HENRIETTA .. 153
To MY MOTHER 155
To AUNTIE 156
To MINNIE .... .. 157
To MY NAME-CHILD 160
To ANY READER 163


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FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS


Frontispiece PAGE
" I have to go to bed by day 17
"By he comes back at the gallop again" 29
"Boats of mine a-boating" .37
"And out past the mill" 39
"O, wind a-blowing all day long 57
"But the unkind and the unruly" 61
"How do you like to go up in a swing ? 71
"Up in the air and over the wall" 73
" what a place for play !" .81
"The happy hills of hay" .. 83
"Let us arise and go like men" 87
"And face with an undaunted tread 89
"Now my little heart goes a-beating lil:e a
drum" 91
"The shadow of the child that goes to bed" 93
"There safe arrived, we turn about 95
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PAGE
"And in the land of Nod at last" .97
"A ship that goes a-sailing on the pond 103
"And to fire the penny cannon in the bow 105
" I called the little pool a sea" 109
" We may see how all things are 111
" Sitting safe in nursery nooks" 113
"Armies march by tower and spire" 121
"While we stand watching her" 133
"We on our feet must go plodding ann walk-
ing" 135
" See the smoke trail 143
" The red fire blazes" 145





















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BED IN SUMMER


IN winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light,
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day ?




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A THOUGHT


IT is very nice to think
The world is full of meat and drink,
With little children saying grace
In every Christian kind of place.















AT THE SEA-SIDE


W HEN I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.

My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no inore.
















YOUNG NIGHT THOUGHT


ALL night long and every night,
When my mama puts out the light,
I see the people marching by,
As plain as day, before my eye.

Armies and emperors and kings,
All carrying different kinds of things,
And marching in so grand a way,
You never saw the like by day.

So fine a show was never seen
At the great circus on the green;
For every kind of beast and man
Is marching in that caravan.

At first they move a little slow,
But still the faster on they go,
And still beside them close I keep
Until we reach the town of Sleep.















WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN


A CHILD should always say what's true
And speak when he is spoken to,
And behave mannerly at table;
At least as far as he is able.


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RAIN

THE rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.


































THREE of us afloat in the meadow by the
swing,
Three of us aboard in the basket on the lea.
Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the
spring;
And waves are on the meadow like the waves
there are at sea.

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Where shall we adventure, to-day that we 're
afloat,
Wary of the weather and steering by a star?
Shall it be to Africa, a-steering of the boat,
To Providence, or Babylon, or off to Malabar ?

Hi I but here 's a squadron a-rowing on the sea-
Cattle on the meadow a-charging with a roar!
Quick, and we '11 escape them, they 're as mad as
they can be,
The wicket is the harbour and the garden is the
shore.














FOREIGN LANDS


UP into the cherry tree
Who should climb but little me ?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad on foreign lands.

I saw the next door garden lie,
Adorned with flowers, before my eye,
And many pleasant places more
That I had never seen before.

I saw the dimpling river pass
And be the sky's blue looking-glass;
The dusty roads go up and down
With people tramping in to town.

If I could find a higher tree
Farther and farther I should see,
To where the grown-ap river slips
Into the sea among the ships,















To where the roads on either hand
Lead onward into fairy land,
Where all the children dine at five
And all the playthings come alive.

































HENEVER the moon and stars'
are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?













Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.















"BW HE ECMES BACK
AT THE GALLP AGAIN."
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I SHOULD like to rise and go
Where the golden apples grow;-
Where below another sky
Parrot islands anchored lie,
And, watched by cockatoos and goats,
Lonely Crusoes building boats;-
Where in sunshine reaching out
Eastern cities, miles about,
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Are with mosque and minaret
Among sandy gardens set,
And the rich goods from near and far
Hang for sale in the bazaar;-
Where the Great Wall round China goes,
And on one side the desert blows,
And with bell and voice and drum,
Cities on the other hum;-
Where are forests, hot as fire,
Wide as England, tall as a spire,
Full of apes and cocoa-nuts
And the negro hunters' huts;-
Where the knotty crocodile
Lies and blinks in the Nile,
And the red flamingo flies
Hunting fish before his eyes;-
Where in jungles, near and far,
Man-devouring tigers are,
Lying close and giving ear
Lest the hunt be drawing near,
Or a comer-by be seen
Swinging in a palanquin;-
Where among the desert sands
Some deserted city stands,
And its children, sweep and prince,
Grown to manhood ages since,

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Not a foot in street or house,
Not a stir of child or mouse,
And when kindly falls the night,
In all the town no spark of light.
There I '11 come when I 'm a man
With a camel caravan;
Light a fire in the gloom
Of some dusty dining room;
See the pictures on the walls,
Heroes, fights and festivals;
And in a corner find the toys
Of the old Egyptian boys.


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F speckled eggs the birdie sings
And nests among the trees;
The sailor sings of ropes and things
In ships upon the seas.

The children sing in far Japan,
The children sing in Spain;
The organ with the organ man
Is singing in the rain.


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LOOKING FORWARD


\ HEN I am grown to man's estate
I shall be very proud and great,
And tell the other girls and boys
Not to meddle with my toys.
















A GOOD PLAY

W E built a ship upon the stairs
All made of the back-bedroom chairs,
And filled it full of sofa pillows
To go a-sailing on the billows.

We took a saw and several nails,
And water in the nursery pails;
And Tom said, Let us also take
An apple and a slice of cake;"-
Which was enough for Tom and me
To go a-sailing on, till tea.

We sailed along for days and days,
And had the very best of plays;
But Tom fell out and hurt his knee,
So there was no one left but me.















WHERE GO THE BOATS?

DARK brown is the river,
Golden is the sand,
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand

Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating-
Where will all come home?

On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.












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Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.


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THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE

VW HEN I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay
To keep me happy all the day.

And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;

And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about.

I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of counterpane.















THE LAND OF NOD


FROM breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.

All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do-
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dream

The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
















Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and cleaa
The curious music that I hear.






















I HAVE a little shadow that goes in and out
with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I
can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the
head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into
my bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes
to grow-
Not at all like proper children, which is always
very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-
rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there 's none
of him at all.














He has n't got a notion of how children ought to
play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of
way.

He stays so close beside me, he 's a coward you
can see;
I 'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow
sticks to me !

One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every butter-
cup ;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-
head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep
in bed.



















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VERY night my prayers I say,
And get my dinner every day;
And every day that I've been good
I get an orange after food















The child that is not clean and neat,
With lots of toys and things to eat.
He is a naughty child, I 'm sure-
Or else his dear papa is poor.














A GOOD BOY

I WOKE before the morning, I was happy all
the day,
I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck
to play.

And now at last the sun is going down behind the
wood,
And I am very happy, for I know that I 've been
good.

My bed is waiting cool and fresh, with linen
smooth and fair,
And I must off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my
prayer.

I know that, till to-morrow I shall see the sun
arise,
No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly
sight my eyes.

But slumber hold me tightly till I waken in the
dawn,
And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round
the lawn.
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ESCAPE AT BEDTIME


THE lights from the parlour and kitchen shone
out
Through the blinds and the windows and bars;
And high overhead and all moving about,
There were thousands of millions of stars.
There ne'er were such thousands of leaves on a
tree,
Nor of people in church or the Park,
As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon
me,
And that glittered and winked in the dark.

The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and
all,
And the star of the sailor, and Mars,
These shone in the sky, and the pail by the wall
Would be half full of water and stars.
They saw me at last, and they chased me with
cries,
And they soon had me packed into bed;
But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes,
And the stars going round in my head.


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BRING the comb and play upon itf
Marching, here we come I
Willie cocks his highland bonnet,
Johnnie beats the drum.
Mary Jane commands the party,
Peter leads the rear;
Feet in time, alert and hearty,
Each a Grenadier I
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All in the most marual manner
Marching double-quick;
While the napkin like a banner
Waves upon the stick !

Here 's enough of fame and pillage,
Great commander Jane!
Now that we 've been round the village,
Let 's go home again.



















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THE friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.


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She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;

And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.


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HAPPY THOUGHT

THE world is so full of a number of things,
I 'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.













THE MOON


THE moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.

The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.

But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.
















TH E XID

I SAW you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies' skirts across the grass-
0 wind, a-blowing all day long,
0 wind, that sings so loud a song I

I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all-
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that. sings so loud a song I

O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me ?
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song I
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KEEPSAKE MILL


OVER the borders, a sin without pardon,
Breaking the branches and crawling below,
Out through the breach in the wall of the garden,
Down by the banks of the river, we go.

Here is the mill with the humming of thunder,
Here is the weir with the wonder of foam,
Here is the sluice with the race running under-
Marvellous places, though handy to home I

Sounds of the village grow stiller and stiller,
Stiller the note of the birds on the hill;
Dusty and dim are the eyes of the miller,
Deaf are his ears with the moil of the mill.

Years may go by, and the wheel in the river
Wheel as it wheels for us, children, to-day,
Wheel and keep roaring and foaming for ever
Long after all of the boys are away.

Home from the Indies and home from the ocean,
Heroes and soldiers we all shall come home;
Still we shall find the old mill wheel in motion,
Turning and churning that river to foam.
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You with the bean that I gave when we quarrelled,
I with your marble of Saturday last,
Honoured and old and all gaily apparelled,
Here we shall meet and remember the past.


























C IlLDREN, you are very little,
And your bones are very brittle;
If you would grow great and stately,
You must try to walk sedately.

You must mill be bright and quiet,
And content with simple diet;
And remain, through all bewild'ring,
Innocent and honest children.

Happy hearts and happy faces,
Happy play in grassy places-
That was how, in ancient ages,
Children grew to kings and sages.
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But the unkind and the unruly,
And the sort who eat unduly,
They must never hope for glory-
Theirs is quite a different story.

Cruel children, crying babies,
All grow up as geese and gabies,
Hated, as their age increases,
By their nephews and their nieces.
























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FOREIGN
CHILDREN

LITTLE Indian, Sioux or Crow,
Little frosty Eskimo,
Little Turk or Japanee,
O don't you wish that you were me ?

You have seen the scarlet trees
And the lions over seas;
You have eaten ostrich eggs,
And turned the turtles off their legs.
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Such a life is very fine,
But it 's not so nice as mine;
You must often, as you trod,
Have wearied not to be abroad.

You have curious things to eat,
I am fed on proper meat;
You must dwell beyond the foam,
But I am safe and live at home.
Little Indian, Sioux or Crow,
Little frosty Eskimo,
Little Turk or Japanee,
0 1 don't you wish that you were me?



















772Ti i 5[lVi
TRAI~9S


THE sun is not a-bed, when I
At night upon my pillow lie;
Still round the earth his way he takes,
And morning after morning makes.

While here at home, in shining day,
We round the sunny garden play,
Each little Indian sleepy-head
Is being kissed and put to bed.

And when at eve I rise from tea,
Day dawns beyond the Atlantic Sea;
And all the children in the West
Are getting up and being dressed.
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THE LAMPLIGHTER

MY tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the
sky;
It 's time to take the window to see Leerie going
by;
For every night at teatime and before you take
your seat,
With lantern and with ladder he comes posting up
the street.

Now Tom would be a driver and Maria go to sea,
And my papa's a banker and as rich as he can be;
But I, when I am stronger and can choose what
I 'm to do,
O Leerie, I '1 go round at night and light the
lamps with you I

For we are very lucky, with a lamp before the
door,
And Leerie stops to light it as he lights so many
more;
And 0 before you hurry by with ladder and
with light;
O Leerie, see a little child and nod to him to-
night 1
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AB D4T


MY bed is like a little boat;
Nurse helps me in when I embark;
She girds me in my sailor's coat
And starts me in the dark.

At night, I go on board and say
Good night to all my friends on shore;
I shut my eyes and sail away
And see and hear no more.

And sometimes things to bed I take,
As prudent sailors have to do;
Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake,
Perhaps a toy or two.
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All night across the dark we steer;
But when the day returns at last,
Safe in my room, beside the pier,
I find my vessel fast.












TIME TO RISE


A BIRDIE with a yellow bill
Hopped upon the window sill,
Cocked his shining eye and said:
"Aint you 'shamed, you sleepy-head I "

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5--Chilsr Garden.































( L OW do you like to go up in a
swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!



Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside-
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"'N@W DO@ YU L1KE T@
a@ UP in A SWING?"














Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown-
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down I



















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LOOKING-GLASS RIVER

SMOOTH it slides upon its travel,
Here a wimple, there a gleam-
O the clean gravel!
O the smooth stream I

Sailing blossoms, silver fishes,
Paven pools as clear as air-
How a child wishes
To live down there!

We can see our coloured faces
Floating on the shaken pool
Down in cool places,
Dim and very cool;

Till a wind or water wrinkle,
Dipping marten, plumping trout,
Spreads in a twinkle
And blots all out.














See the rings pursue each other;
All below grows black as night,
Just as if mother
Had blown out the light !

Patience, children, just a minute-
See the spreading circles die;
The stream and all in it
Will clear by-and-by.






















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=yU 1L upmnem. 0 du5ry Icd!
pIt IS Iry bcna t to ca
Heat In my nrlnrg room
Childrm 1vu May mne
On ahgolden mmil of bnx
And the shadc of pmn
And when you hve carm well.
ir' aoram" hear and tel.































FASTER than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle,
All through the meadows the horses and cattle:
All of the sights of the hill and the plain
Fly as thick as driving rain;
And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
Painted stations whistle by.
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Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,
All by himself and gathering brambles;
Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;
And there is the green for stringing the daisies I
Here is a cart run away in the road
Lumping along with a man and load;
And here is a mill and there is a river
Each a glimpse and gone for ever I


















X& lies the wintry sun a-bed,
e A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and them
A blood-red orange, sets again.

Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.














Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or, with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.

When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.

Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding-cake.





















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THE HAYLOFT


THROUGH all the pleasant meadow-side
The grass grew shoulder-high,
Till the shining scythes went far and wide
And cut it down to dry.

These green and sweetly, smelling crops
They led in waggons home;
And they piled them here in mountain tops
For mountaineers to roam.

Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail,
Mount Eagle and Mount High;-
The mice that in these mountains dwell,
No happier are than I!

O what a joy to clamber there,
O what a place for play,
With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air,
The happy hills of hay I









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FAREWELL TO THE FARM

THE coach is at the door at last;
The eager children, mounting fast
And kissing hands, in chorus sing:
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything I

To house and garden, field and lawn,
The meadow-gates we swang upon,
To pump and stable, tree and swing,
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything I

And fare you well for evermore,
O ladder at the hayloft door,
O hayloft where the cobwebs cling,
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything I













Crack goes the whip, and off we go;
The trees and houses smaller grow;
Last, round the woody turn we swing:
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything I


--Child's Garden.
















NORTH-WEST PASSAGE

1. GooD NIaHT

W HEN the bright lamp is carried in,
The sunless hours again begin;
O'er all without, in field and lane,
The haunted night returns again.

Now we behold the embers flee
About the firelit hearth; and see
Our faces painted as we pass,
Like pictures, on the window-glass.

Must we to bed indeed ? Well then,
Let us arise and go like men,
And face with an undaunted tread
The long black passage up to bed.



















"LET US ARISE AND GO LIKE MEN,"















Farewell, 0 brother, sister, sire I
0 pleasant party round the fire !
The songs you sing, the tales you tell,
Till far to-morrow, fare ye well I



















2. SHA DOW MARCH

All round the house is the jet-black night;
It stares through the window-pane;
It crawls in the corners, hiding from the light,
And it moves with the moving flame.

Now my little heart goes a-beating like a drum,
With the breath of the Bogie in my hair;
And all round the candle the crooked shadows
come,
And go marching along up the stair.








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THE LNM -BLACK PABAAQE
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The shadow of the balusters, the shadow of the
lamp,
The shadow of the child that goes to bed-
All the wicked shadows coming, tramp, tramp,
tramp,
With the black night overhead.















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3. IN PORT

Last, to the chamber where I lie
My fearful footsteps patter nigh,
And come from out the cold and gloom
Into my warm and cheerful room.

There, safe arrived, we turn about
To keep the coming shadows out,
And close the happy door at last
On all the perils that we past.









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Then, when mamma goes by to bed,
She shall come in with tip-toe tread,
And see me lying warm and fast
And in the land of Nod at last.


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