Meanwhi l e, to se e his Ar thur
SO skip, an d play, an d r u n ,
Ah m e ! excl aims the father ,
I wi sh I wer e my so n
UPON SUSANNA’S FEET.
He r pr etty feet
Like snai l s did cr eep
A littl e o ut , an d then,
As if they pl ayed at b o - peep, Did s oon draw In again .
UPON A CHILD THAT DIED.
Her e she lies , a pr etty bud,
Lately made of flesh an d blood
Who as s oon fel l fast asl eep,
As he r littl e eyes did peep .
Give he r str ewings, but not sti r
The earth that lightly cover s he r .
CHERRY ! RIPE.
Cherry- ripe , ripe, r ipe, I cry,
Full an d fair ones ; come an d buy !
If so be yo u ask me wher e
They do gr ow, I answer , There ,
Wher e my Julia ’ s lips do s mi le ;
Ther e ’ s the la n d, o r cherry- isl e,
Whose planta tions ful ly s how
All the year wher e cher ries grow.
NSWER TO A CHILD’S QUESTION.
DO yo u as k what the bi r ds say The sparr ow, the dove,
The l innet an d thr u sh say, I l ove an d I l ove ! ”
In the winte r they ’ r e si l ent the m u d i s so
str ong ;
What i t says , I don ’ t know b ut i t sings a l oud
song .
B ut green l eaves , an d bl os soms , an d s unny war m
weather ,
And singing, an d l oving all c ome back t o gether .
B ut the l ar k is so br imful of gl adnes s an d l ove, The gr een fields bel ow him , the bl u e sky above,
That he s ings , an d he sings ; an d fo rever sings
he
I l ove my Love, an d my Love l oves me
He sees an inch afor e his nose .
H e takes the bull by the hor ns .
He that fights an d r uns away may live to fight another day.
He that goes a borr owing, goe s a sorr owing .
He that has b ut four an d spen ds five has no need of a pur s e .
He that knows not how to hol d his tongue knows not how to talk .
He tha t lives on hope has but a slender diet.
He that pl a nt s tr ee s l oves others besides hims elf .
He that will steal a pi n wi ll steal a better thing .
He was bor n with a si lver spoon in his mouth .
He ’ s i n cl over .
His br ead i s butt e r ed on both sides .
His r oom is bett e r than his company .
Hunger is the best sauce .
I have other fish to fry.
ONE, TWO, THREE 1”
It was an Ol d, Ol d, o ld, o l d l ady,
And a boy that w as half past thr ee
And the w ay that they played to gether
Was bea utiful to se e .