45
To the Author 47
Holiday Shopping .
To the Author 47
Holiday Shopping .
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? CONTENTS
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The Promise . . . . . . . . 10
The Wren's Nest II
Aunt Peggie . . . . . . . . 12
Father and Little Glen 14
The Lawn Fete . . . . . . . . 14
The Attic 15
Rhymes of the Presidents . . . . . . 16
Snow Birds . . . . . . . . 18
The Busy Housewife . . . . . . . 18
The Sweet Pea and the Bee . . . . . 19
McKinley and the Carnation . . . . . 20
A Vacation . . . . . . . . 21
The Wild Rose 22
A Porch Party in the Country . . . . 23
The Most Beautiful Spot . 25
Cold November Day . . . . . . 26
Christian Duty . . . . . . . . 27
Pity the Poor 28
Rainy Christmas Eve . . . . . . . 29
Nellie and Her Doll 30
In Memory of a Sister . . . . . . 31
How to Live . . . . . . . . 32
Memories of Childhood . . . . . . 32
Little Ruth Kohler 34
Sleep . . . . . . . . . 35
Prayer for a Christian Worker . . . . 35
Catching a Train . . . . . . . 36
A Merry Christmas to Jack . . . . 37
To the Memory of Mrs. McKinley . . . . 37
Andrew Carnegie . . . . . . . 39
The Campaign . . . . . . . . 39
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? CJiildren's Rhymes and Verses
PAGE
The Stray Cat 40
Vice-President Fairbanks . . . . . . 40 [
Frost on the Windows . . . . . . 41
Morning-glory . . . . . . . . 42
A Rose 42
I Remember . . . . . . . . 43
Family Verses . . . . . . .
45
To the Author 47
Holiday Shopping . . . . . . . 47
Don . 47
The City of the Dead 48
Jack Will Sing 49
Roses in the Garden . . . . . . 49
Every Cloud Has a Silver Lining . . . . 50
The Back Yard 51
Autumn . . . . . . . . . 51
My Baby 52
Lambs of the Fold . . . . . . . 53
A Daily Prayer 53
A Nutting Party 54
The Beautiful Allegheny . . . . . 56
Glen and I . . . . . . . . 57
Grumbling Husband . . . . . . 57
The Merry Widow Hat 58
Cottage Prayer-meeting . . . . . 58
The Board Fence . . . . . . 59
The Welcome Rain . . . . . . 60
Friends to the Bermudas . . . . . . 60
Christmas Presents . . . . . . 61
The Chafing Dish 61
Apple-tree . . . . . . . . 62
The Dream . . . . . 63
Girls and Boys . . . . . . . 64
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? An oculist I went to see
If blind I was to be.
Go home, take heed,
Take care of your eyes, do not even read.
An education you would have a part,
But be blind, and a broken heart.
The Jluthor
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? Children's Rhymes and Verses
These first few verses will tell the reader when
many of them were written.
From my bed I arise
Long before the sun is in the skies.
Sleep, robin and wren.
That a few verses I mav pen.
The birds awake to soar
While many sleep and snore,
And now I am up again
That something 1 may do with my pen.
Dear Heavenly Father, of this I never tire.
O Father, help me, if it is Thy desire,
That I may write while others sleep,
That a promise I may keep.
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? 10 Children's Rhymes and Verses
The Promise
As I passed from the old church
I saw a picture of the new,
With a swelling heart,
And asked what I could do --
For in its building I must have a part.
In the midst of the night
I asked God for the light
A few verses I might compose
While others' eyes in sleep do close.
For God this promise I made
With His help the new church I would aid.
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? Children's Rhymes and Verses 11
The Wren's Nest
Two little wrens built their nest
In the sprinkling can, away from the rest,
Which hung on the apple-tree limb
Away where no other birdie had ever been.
How the children did beg
To see the dear little blue egg;
There were one, two, three, four
Hid away in birdie's little store.
And one other day
Mother bird flew away ;
For the little birdies were in need
Of something good to feed.
The old gray cat so sly
Watched the nest so hieh,
And, oh my ! she did sigh
For she thought, what a good pie.
The mother bird brought them food
And it tasted so good.
So the little birds used their wines
And flew away and like other birds : sings.
And now we hear their song
For it is all the day long.
I wish we could all happy be
As the dear little song birds we see.
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? 12 Children's Rhymes and Verses
Aunt Peggie
Dear old Aunt " Peggie " who lived out the lane.
How we loved to go there, and go there again ;
She lived in the dear old log house.
Everything so peaceful and quiet as a mouse.
Her floors so clean and white as a bone.
Aunt Peggie had no child; she lived all alone
With beautiful flowers and old-fashioned hollyhock
As they grew along the garden walk.
The old orchard with peach and plum,
For we always knew we would get some.
She loved us children, and we knew it well,
Sometimes so lonely she used to tell.
From us she lived about a mile ;
1 remember her white cap and how she used to smile,
And the spring where the honeysuckles grew
And of the violets so blue.
The old shed and high garden paling
Along where the hop vine was trailing.
In the field the elderberry
And along the path the tall wild-cherry.
I remember the old garden gate,
There, for her we used to wait ;
And how we used to beg
To the barn to go and hunt the hen's tgg.
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? Children's Rhymes and Verses 13
The winding stream ; it seemed so new.
Along where the wild crab-apple grew,
And the old beehive.
And the dinner bell she rang at five.
The rose-bushes where we used to peek
And play hide-and-go-seek.
Aunt Peggie -- who always asked Him to guide
As she read the Bible with the candle at her side.
In the fence corners where we used to walk
And gather raspberries and fill the timothy stalk;
Her faithful dog, she called Rover,
How he ran with us in the field of clover.
When we watched the swarm of the bee
As they alighted on the limb of a large tree;
The noise we made, them to confuse.
For the bees she did not wish to lose.
She rode the old white horse all alone,
And went to the church we call the Stone.
Left a widow when a bride,
Left alone in the world so wide.
? CONTENTS
PAGE
The Promise . . . . . . . . 10
The Wren's Nest II
Aunt Peggie . . . . . . . . 12
Father and Little Glen 14
The Lawn Fete . . . . . . . . 14
The Attic 15
Rhymes of the Presidents . . . . . . 16
Snow Birds . . . . . . . . 18
The Busy Housewife . . . . . . . 18
The Sweet Pea and the Bee . . . . . 19
McKinley and the Carnation . . . . . 20
A Vacation . . . . . . . . 21
The Wild Rose 22
A Porch Party in the Country . . . . 23
The Most Beautiful Spot . 25
Cold November Day . . . . . . 26
Christian Duty . . . . . . . . 27
Pity the Poor 28
Rainy Christmas Eve . . . . . . . 29
Nellie and Her Doll 30
In Memory of a Sister . . . . . . 31
How to Live . . . . . . . . 32
Memories of Childhood . . . . . . 32
Little Ruth Kohler 34
Sleep . . . . . . . . . 35
Prayer for a Christian Worker . . . . 35
Catching a Train . . . . . . . 36
A Merry Christmas to Jack . . . . 37
To the Memory of Mrs. McKinley . . . . 37
Andrew Carnegie . . . . . . . 39
The Campaign . . . . . . . . 39
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? CJiildren's Rhymes and Verses
PAGE
The Stray Cat 40
Vice-President Fairbanks . . . . . . 40 [
Frost on the Windows . . . . . . 41
Morning-glory . . . . . . . . 42
A Rose 42
I Remember . . . . . . . . 43
Family Verses . . . . . . .
45
To the Author 47
Holiday Shopping . . . . . . . 47
Don . 47
The City of the Dead 48
Jack Will Sing 49
Roses in the Garden . . . . . . 49
Every Cloud Has a Silver Lining . . . . 50
The Back Yard 51
Autumn . . . . . . . . . 51
My Baby 52
Lambs of the Fold . . . . . . . 53
A Daily Prayer 53
A Nutting Party 54
The Beautiful Allegheny . . . . . 56
Glen and I . . . . . . . . 57
Grumbling Husband . . . . . . 57
The Merry Widow Hat 58
Cottage Prayer-meeting . . . . . 58
The Board Fence . . . . . . 59
The Welcome Rain . . . . . . 60
Friends to the Bermudas . . . . . . 60
Christmas Presents . . . . . . 61
The Chafing Dish 61
Apple-tree . . . . . . . . 62
The Dream . . . . . 63
Girls and Boys . . . . . . . 64
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? An oculist I went to see
If blind I was to be.
Go home, take heed,
Take care of your eyes, do not even read.
An education you would have a part,
But be blind, and a broken heart.
The Jluthor
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? ? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? Children's Rhymes and Verses
These first few verses will tell the reader when
many of them were written.
From my bed I arise
Long before the sun is in the skies.
Sleep, robin and wren.
That a few verses I mav pen.
The birds awake to soar
While many sleep and snore,
And now I am up again
That something 1 may do with my pen.
Dear Heavenly Father, of this I never tire.
O Father, help me, if it is Thy desire,
That I may write while others sleep,
That a promise I may keep.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 10 Children's Rhymes and Verses
The Promise
As I passed from the old church
I saw a picture of the new,
With a swelling heart,
And asked what I could do --
For in its building I must have a part.
In the midst of the night
I asked God for the light
A few verses I might compose
While others' eyes in sleep do close.
For God this promise I made
With His help the new church I would aid.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? Children's Rhymes and Verses 11
The Wren's Nest
Two little wrens built their nest
In the sprinkling can, away from the rest,
Which hung on the apple-tree limb
Away where no other birdie had ever been.
How the children did beg
To see the dear little blue egg;
There were one, two, three, four
Hid away in birdie's little store.
And one other day
Mother bird flew away ;
For the little birdies were in need
Of something good to feed.
The old gray cat so sly
Watched the nest so hieh,
And, oh my ! she did sigh
For she thought, what a good pie.
The mother bird brought them food
And it tasted so good.
So the little birds used their wines
And flew away and like other birds : sings.
And now we hear their song
For it is all the day long.
I wish we could all happy be
As the dear little song birds we see.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? 12 Children's Rhymes and Verses
Aunt Peggie
Dear old Aunt " Peggie " who lived out the lane.
How we loved to go there, and go there again ;
She lived in the dear old log house.
Everything so peaceful and quiet as a mouse.
Her floors so clean and white as a bone.
Aunt Peggie had no child; she lived all alone
With beautiful flowers and old-fashioned hollyhock
As they grew along the garden walk.
The old orchard with peach and plum,
For we always knew we would get some.
She loved us children, and we knew it well,
Sometimes so lonely she used to tell.
From us she lived about a mile ;
1 remember her white cap and how she used to smile,
And the spring where the honeysuckles grew
And of the violets so blue.
The old shed and high garden paling
Along where the hop vine was trailing.
In the field the elderberry
And along the path the tall wild-cherry.
I remember the old garden gate,
There, for her we used to wait ;
And how we used to beg
To the barn to go and hunt the hen's tgg.
? ? Generated for Christian Pecaut (University of Chicago) on 2014-12-24 15:01 GMT / http://hdl. handle. net/2027/loc. ark:/13960/t2h70wb90 Public Domain / http://www. hathitrust. org/access_use#pd
? Children's Rhymes and Verses 13
The winding stream ; it seemed so new.
Along where the wild crab-apple grew,
And the old beehive.
And the dinner bell she rang at five.
The rose-bushes where we used to peek
And play hide-and-go-seek.
Aunt Peggie -- who always asked Him to guide
As she read the Bible with the candle at her side.
In the fence corners where we used to walk
And gather raspberries and fill the timothy stalk;
Her faithful dog, she called Rover,
How he ran with us in the field of clover.
When we watched the swarm of the bee
As they alighted on the limb of a large tree;
The noise we made, them to confuse.
For the bees she did not wish to lose.
She rode the old white horse all alone,
And went to the church we call the Stone.
Left a widow when a bride,
Left alone in the world so wide.
