When your heart began to stir, Do you mind the darkness As I used to do? You are not as old as I: I can comfort you. The little noises that you hear Are winds that come and go. And if you think that there are eyes I think you must be lonely And moonlight makes the garden If I were not afraid! White Rose, do you love me? I only wish you'd say! I would work hard to please you If I but knew the way. It seems so hard to be loving, But the silence and the sweetness I think you nearly perfect, In spite of all your scorns; But, White Rose, if I were you, I wouldn't have those thorns! STARS. ANONYMOUS. How pretty is each little star, Each tiny twinkler, soft and meek! Yet many in this world there are Who do not know that stars can speak. To them the skies are meaningless, Those shining creatures love to bring. Look up, not only with your eyes; The stars are nearer than the ground. THE WORLD. "LILLIPUT Levee." GREAT, wide, beautiful, wonderful World, The wonderful air is over me, And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree; You friendly Earth, how far do you go, With the wheat-fields that nod and the rivers that flow, Ah, you are so great, and I am so small, "You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot: You can love and think, and the Earth cannot." PLAYTIME. TOPSY-TURVY WORLD. "LILLIPUT Levee." IF the butterfly courted the bee, If the buttercups ate the cows; To a gypsy for half a crown; If a gentleman, sir, was a lady, The world would be Upside Down! If any or all of these wonders Should ever come about, I should not consider them blunders, For I should be Inside Out! LITTLE MAMMA. CHARLES HENRY WEBB. WHY is it the children don't love me As they do mamma? That they put her ever above me "Little mamma ?" I'm sure I do all that I can do. What more can a rather big man do, Who can't be mamma. Little mamma? Any game that the tyrants suggest, For the show on the stair The chimpanzee, or the kangaroo. Little mamma, My umbrella's the pony, if any None ride on mamma's parasol; I'm supposed to have always the penny For bon-bons, and beggars, and all. |