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CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH,
GROOMBRIDGE AND SONS,
2 8. a s. 7.
We all remember with pleasure some of the simple verses which we learnt in childhood. With some of them our best and holiest feelings are associated, and often do they speak to us in the midst of sorrow, and cheer the long watches of the night.
This little book has been printed in a cheap form in order to make this pleasure easily obtained by all ranks, and it is hoped that both old and young will find something in it that will suit their various tastes and capacities.
THE CHILD TO THE ROBIN. Come here, little robin; come here to me, You cannot live in a leafless tree; You must not perch on the snowy stone, And chirp so sadly all alone. Come under my window, and I will spread For you every morning some crumbs of bread; Till summer returns I will feed you still, And keep you in safety, if you will. And then when the fields are green
THE ROBIN'S PETITION. When the leaves had forsaken the trees,
And the forests were chilly and bare, When the brooks were beginning to freeze,
And the snow waver'd fast through the air ; A robin had fled from the wood
To the snug habitation of man;
And thus his petition began:
No shelter is found on the tree,
I pray you take pity on me.
I can find neither berry nor sloe ;
And I'm almost buried in snow. • My dear little nest, once so neat,
Is now empty, and 'ragged, and torn; On some tree should I now take my seat,
I'd be frozen to death before morn. • Oh, throw me a morsel of bread!
Take me in by the side of your fire ! And when I am warmed and fed,
I'll whistle what all will admire. • Till the sun be again shining bright,
And the snow be all gone, let me stay ;
I shall die if you drive me away.
And are talking and walking around,
When you see me lie deaď on the ground.
* Then pity a poor little thing,
And throw me a part of your store ! I'll fly off in the first of the spring,
And never will trouble you more.'
MANY QUESTIONS AND ONE ANSWER.
In winter, where can be the flowers,
And leaves that look so green?
Or daisy to be seen !
When pleasant spring comes out,
And spread them all about?
With wool as soft as silk,
And where to find the milk ?
To build its nest on high,
To teach its young to fly?
Who all these things can do!
Much more about him too.