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 Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Half Title
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Dedication
 Table of Contents
 A child's garden of verses
 North-west passage
 The child alone
 Garden days
 Envoys
 Back Matter
 Back Cover
 Spine














Title: A child's garden of verses
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Title: A child's garden of verses
Physical Description: 136, 4 p., 1 leaf of plates : ill., port. ; 20 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Stevenson, Robert Louis, 1850-1894
Robinson, Charles, 1870-1937 ( Illustrator )
Lane, John ( Publisher )
Rogers, Bruce, 1870-1957 ( former owner )
Charles Scribner's Sons ( Publisher )
Oliver Wendell Holmes Library Collection (Library of Congress)
Pforzheimer Bruce Rogers Collection (Library of Congress)
Publisher: Charles Scribner's Sons
John Lane
Place of Publication: New York
London
Publication Date: 1895
 Subjects
Subject: Children's poetry, English   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1895   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1895
Genre: Children's poetry
poetry   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
United States -- New York -- New York
 Notes
Citation/Reference: Prideaux, W.F. Stevenson,
Additional Physical Form: Also available in digital form on the Library of Congress Web site.
Statement of Responsibility: by Robert Louis Stevenson ; illustrated by Charles Robinson.
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Bibliographic ID: UF00082966
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
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Resource Identifier: aleph - 002237840
notis - ALH8333
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page i
        Page ii
    Front Matter
        Page iii
    Half Title
        Page iv
        Page v
    Frontispiece
        Page vi
    Title Page
        Page vii
        Page viii
    Dedication
        Page ix
        Page x
    Table of Contents
        Page xi
        Page xii
        Page xiii
        Page xiv
    A child's garden of verses
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Bed in summer
            Page 3
            Page 4
        A thought
            Page 5
        At the seaside
            Page 6
        Young night thought
            Page 7
            Page 8
        Whole duty of children
            Page 9
        Rain
            Page 10
        Pirate story
            Page 11
            Page 12
        Foreign lands
            Page 13
            Page 14
        Windy nights
            Page 15
            Page 16
        Travel
            Page 17
            Page 18
            Page 19
        Singing
            Page 20
        Looking forward
            Page 21
        A good play
            Page 22
            Page 23
        Where go the boats?
            Page 24
            Page 25
        Auntie's skirts
            Page 26
        The land of counterpane
            Page 27
            Page 28
        The land of Nod
            Page 29
            Page 30
            Page 31
        My shadow
            Page 32
            Page 33
        System
            Page 34
            Page 35
        A good boy
            Page 36
            Page 37
        Escape at bedtime
            Page 38
            Page 39
        Marching song
            Page 40
            Page 41
        The cow
            Page 42
            Page 43
        Happy thought
            Page 44
        The wind
            Page 45
            Page 46
        Keepsake mill
            Page 47
            Page 48
        Good and bad children
            Page 49
            Page 50
        Foreign children
            Page 51
            Page 52
        The sun's travels
            Page 53
            Page 54
        The lamplighter
            Page 55
            Page 56
        My bed is a boat
            Page 57
            Page 58
        The moon
            Page 59
            Page 60
            Page 61
        The swing
            Page 62
            Page 63
        Time to rise
            Page 64
        Looking-glass river
            Page 65
            Page 66
        Fairy bread
            Page 67
        From a railway carriage
            Page 68
            Page 69
        Winter-time
            Page 70
            Page 71
        The hayloft
            Page 72
            Page 73
        Farewell to the farm
            Page 74
            Page 75
    North-west passage
        Page 76
        Good night
            Page 76
        Shadow march
            Page 77
        In port
            Page 78
    The child alone
        Page 79
        Page 80
        The unseen playmate
            Page 81
            Page 82
        My ship and I
            Page 83
            Page 84
        My kingdom
            Page 85
            Page 86
        Picture books in winter
            Page 87
            Page 88
        My treasures
            Page 89
            Page 90
        Block city
            Page 91
            Page 92
        The land of story-books
            Page 93
            Page 94
        Armies in the fire
            Page 95
            Page 96
        The little land
            Page 97
            Page 98
            Page 99
            Page 100
    Garden days
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Night and day
            Page 103
            Page 104
            Page 105
            Page 106
        Nest eggs
            Page 107
            Page 108
            Page 109
        The flowers
            Page 110
            Page 111
        Summer sun
            Page 112
            Page 113
        The dumb soldier
            Page 114
            Page 115
            Page 116
        Autumn fires
            Page 117
            Page 118
        The gardener
            Page 119
            Page 120
        Historical associations
            Page 121
            Page 122
    Envoys
        Page 123
        Page 124
        To Willie and Henrietta
            Page 125
            Page 126
        To my mother
            Page 127
        To auntie
            Page 128
        To Minnie
            Page 129
            Page 130
            Page 131
            Page 132
        To my name-child
            Page 133
            Page 134
            Page 135
        To any reader
            Page 136
            Page 137
    Back Matter
        Page 138
        Page 139
        Page 140
    Back Cover
        Page 141
        Page 142
    Spine
        Page 143
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STEVENSON
EDINBVRGH. VAILIMA
1850 1859






CHILD'S=
GARDENor


1BY-ROB
-ERT'LOVIS
STEVENSON
31IULV5
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BY CIARLES
ROBINSON.


Copyright 1895, by Charltes Scriber's sn




































All rights reserved






















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'R 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

R. L. S.


























Bed in Summer Page 3
A Thought 5
At the Seaside 6
Young Night Thought 7
Whole Duty of Children 9
Rain 10
Pirate Stoy 11
Foreign Lands 13
Windy Nights 15
Travel 17
Singing 20
Looking Forward 21
A Good Play 22
Where Go the Boats? 24
xi







CONTENTS


Auntie's Skirts Page 26
The Land of Counterpane 27
The Land of Nod 29
My Shadow 32
System 34
A Good Boy 36
Escape at Bedtime 38
Marching Song 40
The Cow 42
Happy Thought 44
The Wind 45
Keepsake Mill 47
Good and Bad Children 49
Foreign Children 51
The Sun's TI'ravels 53
The Lamplighter 55
My Bed is a Boat 57
The Moon 59
The Swing 62
Time to Rise 64
Looking-Glass River 65
Fairy Bread 67
From a Railway Carriage 68
Winter-Time 70
The Hayloft 72
Farewell to the Farm 74






CONTENTS


North-West Passage
1. Good Night Page 76
2. Shadow March 77
3. In Port 78










THE CHILD ALONE

The Unseen Playmate 81
My Ship and I 83
My Kingdom 85
Picture Books in Winter 87
My Treasures 89
Block City 91
The Land of Story-Books 93
Armies in the Fire 95
The Little Land 97







CONTENTS


GARDEN DAYS

Night and Day Page 103
Nest Eggs 107
The Flowers 110
Summer Sun 112
The Dumb Soldier 114
Autumn Fires 117
The Gardene? 119
Historical Associations 121








ENVOYS

To Willie and Henrietta 125
To my Mother 127
To Auntie 128
To Minnie 129
To my Name-Child 133
To any Reader 136

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A CHILD'S
GCARv of
Veres ...
































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.


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BED IN SUMMER


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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?













r is very nice to think
SThe world is full of -
meat and drink
ith litUk children- ,
Kr. saying qrace.
i very Christian-
L .1 kind of place,


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WIEN I was down beside the s7
SAwooden spade. they gai to m,
nTo dig the sandy shore p
My holes wer emp like a cup ,
In every hole the seacame up.
i":-'Mll it could come no more .


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C. YounC NIGHTTioUGrT.

SLL night long and every night,
When my mamma 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.




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YOUNG NIGHT THOUGHT

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.





















,/ CHILD should always
f Lsay what's true
And speak when
he is spoken to,
And behave
mannerly at table:
At least as far as he
g ---s able.


Copyright 185, by Charlas Scr Sner's Soa







RAIN


FHrE rain is raningg all around,
It falls on field and tree ,
it rains on the. umbrellas here,
And on the ships at 5ea..


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T HREE of us afloat in the meadow by the
S swing,
Three of us aboard in the basket on the lea.
Winds are in the' air,| they are blowing in the
I spring,
And waves are on the meadow like the waves
there are at sea.


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 ?

11







PIRATE STORY


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


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j OKEIGN

iLANDT
Copy ght 8leO, by Charles Scrbns r'l So

J P 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.
13








FOREIGN LANDS

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-up 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.














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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?







WINDY NIGHTS

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,

































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,
Are with mosque and minaret
Among sandy gardens set,
And the rich goods from near and far
Hang for sale in the bazaar;-

17 B







TRAVEL


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,
All its children, sweep and prince,
Grown to manhood ages since,
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'll come when I'm a man
With a camel caravan;
Light a fire in the gloom
Of some dusty dining-room;








TRAVEL

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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* Q 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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A I l am aigrown to maris sla'
I shall be very proud and great,
And tell the other girls and boys
S Not to meddle with my loys.


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Cupynlhll8B, ly Lhurler Scrilmcr'r Son
























WE 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.


A -.








A GOOD PLAY

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.




















W-ITEKE G TIAE -
DOAT5 ?


ARK 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.
24







WHERE GO THE BOATS?

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





















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KAP
L^AND


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Copyright 1805, by Chartes Scriber's Son


W | 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.
27







THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE

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.



















Tnrh hAND.
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Copyright 1805, by Charles Scrnbner' Sons

SROM 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 dreams.








"Up the-
mountain
sides Of
dreams'


Copyright 1895, by Charles Srib str' Son,







THE LAND OF NOD


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 clear
The curious music that I hear.











YPm SHADOW





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








MY SHADOW

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 but-
tercup ;
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








SYSTEM

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.





















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
the wood,
And I am very happy, for
good.



My bed is waiting cool
smooth and fair,


is going down behind

I know that I've been




and fresh, with linen


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,








A GOOD BOY

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











ESCAPE AT -


n T HE lights from the parlour and
S 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.


p







ESCAPE AT BEDTIME

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.



















*MARCHIING-
-ONG


BRING the comb and play upon it!
Marching, here we come!
Willie cocks his highland bonnet,
Johnnie beats the drum.

Mary Jane commands the party,
Peter leads the rear;
Fleet in time, alert and hearty,
Each a Grenadier!

All in the most martial manner
Marching double-quick ;
While the napkin like a banner
Waves upon the stick!







MARCHING SONG

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

























































T HE 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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THE COW

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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TIE WIND

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 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-
0 wind, a-blowing all day long,
0 wind, that sings so loud a song!








THE WIND

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!





















VER 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 !

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.








KEEPSAKE MILL


Home from the Indies and home from mne 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.

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.


tTJ-IZIEmN* TfATIAeT IctKrI-fl-T vvr*























" *''J-i HILDREN, 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 still 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.

But the unkind and the unruly,
And the sort who eat unduly,
They must never hope for glory-
Theirs is quite a different story !
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GOOD AND BAD CHILDREN
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

CHiLDKEN

LITTLE Indian, Sioux or Crow,
Little frosty Eskimo,
Little Turk or Japanee,
0! 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.

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.








FOREIGN CHILDREN

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! don't you wish that you were me ?

















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T7)VZ_


]HE 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.







THE SUN'S TRAVELS

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
LAMP
LIGCTLK-


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 tea-time 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,
0 Leerie, 1'11 go round at night and light the
lamps with you!
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THE LAMPLIGHTER

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





















A BoAT


BED is like a little boat;
Nurse helps me in when I em-
bark;
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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MY BED IS A BOAT

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.














TMI MOON


T HE 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.








'ithe moon
has.a.
face like.
1hr.
clockk in
ihe hall;


COPydght 1895, by Chalbl, .3ribnerc Sons








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.





























'f/, _.OW do you like to go up in a
"'J s 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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THE 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 % ithiaydiow biflAo-.'.
Hopped upon the window :
Cocked his shining eyland

Ait you sharedd
...Y ~ r.sep-ed'


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LOOKING-GLA55
RWIVK
MOOTH it slides upon its travel,
S Here a wimple, there a gleam-
O the clean gravel!
O the smooth stream!

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;







LOOKING-GLASS RIVER

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.






























C G~fie up her-n 0 dusqy feet 1
C C" ie ,fatby bread fo cat
Here in my rdlrlng room.
Children you may dinc
On the golden smell of broom
And the shadc of ptne;
Aiid when you have Ie--J well,
Nuty zlories hear and tell.


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v rI ASTER than fairies, faster than
JI \ witches,
i- 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.



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!







FROM A RAILWAY CARRIAGE

Here is a cart run away in the road
Lumping along with man ana load;
And here is a mill and there is a river:
Each a glimpse and gone for ever!




















I-TE lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
'' Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
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.







WINTER-TIME


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.



















TIE rIIALOFT




HROUGH 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!
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THE HAYLOFT

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.





















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


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!



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







FAREWELL TO THE FARM

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!










*NORTIh
WEST-
EASSAGEt


SHEN 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.

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



Copyright 1&85, by Charles Scrbner's Sons


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*NORTIh
WEST-
EASSAGEt


SHEN 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.

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



Copyright 1&85, by Charles Scrbner's Sons


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NORTH -EST
PASSAGE .


S 2 S SnADOW 2
SMAKCHn

f l LL 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.

The shadow of the balusters, the shadow
of the lamp,
The shadow of the child that goes to bed-
All the wicked shadows coining, tramp,
tramp, tramp,
With the black night overhead.







J^- T -WEST
PASSACE: ,
^-^rs^^


IN
3. MORT.

e AST, 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.
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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THE UNSEEN
PLAYMATE


W HEN children are playing alone on the
green,
In comes the playmate that never was seen.
When children are happy aqd lonely and good,
The Friend of the Children comes out of the
wood.

Nobody heard him and nobody saw,
His is a picture you never could draw,
But he's sure to be present, abroad or at home,
When children are happy and playing alone.

He lies in the laurels, he runs on the grass,
He sings when you tinkle the musical glass;







THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE


Whene'er you are happy and cannot tell why
The Friend of the Children is sure to be by

He loves to be little, he hates to be big,
'T is he that inhabits the caves that you dig;
'T is he when you play with your soldiers of tin
That sides with the Frenchmen and never can win.












'T is he, when at night you go off to your bed,
Bids you go to your sleep and not trouble your
head ;
For wherever they're lying, in cupboard or shelf,
'T is he will take care of your playthings himself!

























O IT'S I that am the captain of a tidy little
ship,
Of a ship that goes a-sailing on the pond;
And my ship it keeps a-turning all around and all
about;
But when I'm a little older, I shall find the secret
out
How to send my vessel sailing on beyond.

For I mean to grow as little as the dolly at the
helm,
And the dolly I intend to come alive;
And with him beside to help me, it's a-sailing I
shall go,
It's a-sailing on the water, when the jolly breezes
blow,
And the vessel goes a divie-divie-dive.

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MY SHIP AND I

O it's then you'll see me sailing through the
rushes and the reeds,
And you'll hear the water singing at the prow;
For beside the dolly sailor, I'm to voyage and
explore,
To land upon the island where no dolly was
before,
And to fire the penny cannon in the bow.
















MY KINGDOM. 11


DOWN by a shining water well
I found a very little dell,
No higher than my head.
The heather and the gorse about
In summer bloom were coming out,
Some yellow and some red.

I called the little pool a sea;
The little hills were big to me;
For I am very small.
I made a boat, I made a town,
I searched the caverns up and down,
And named them one and all.

And all about was mine, I said,
The little sparrows overhead,
The little minnows too.
This was the world and I was king;
For me the bees came by to sing,
For me the swallows flew.
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