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Child Verse: Poems Grave & Gay

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Tabb John B (John Banister)

دار النشر: Project Gutenberg

الصفحة رقم: 7

THE Sun courted Water,
Earth's loveliest daughter,
And strove to abduct her in vain:
For, when he had caught her,
And to the clouds brought her,
Home she came running in rain.

A SHUFFLE

THERE was a rumpus in the Pack,
Whereof the King and Queen and Jack
Were playing knavish parts.
On Club and Spade was put the blame;
But these asserted 'twas a game
Of Diamonds and Hearts.

WASHINGTON'S RUSE

WHEN Georgie would not go to bed,
If some one asked him why,
"What is the use?" he gravely said,
"You know I cannot lie."

PANIC

IT struck the signs of the Zodiac,
Around the immovable Man
Who stands in front of the Almanack
To show his interior plan.

The Scorpion attacked the Bull,
The Bull aroused the Lion;
The Crab by their tails
Flung the Fish in the Scales,
Where they floundered as on a gridiron;
The Billy Goat went for the Gemini twins;
The Ram made a rush at Aquarius;
And a narrow escape had the Virgo's shins
From the shaft of her beau Sagittarius.

THE END OF IT

A WHOLE-TAIL dog, and a half-tail dog,
And a dog without a tail,
Went all three out on an autumn day
To follow a red-fox trail.

But the dogs that carried their tails along
Fell out, it is said, by the way;
And the loss of a tail and a half at the end
Of the dogs put an end to the fray.

When each, as a morsel sweet, gulped down
What had late been a neighbor's pride,
"You've kept your tails," laughed the no-tail dog,
"But you wear them now inside."

A LITTLE CHILD'S PRAYERS

MAKE me, dear Lord, polite and kind
To every one, I pray;
And may I ask you how you find
Yourself, dear Lord, to-day?

Lord, I have lost a toy
With which I love to play;
And as you were yourself a boy
Of just my age to-day,
O Son of Mary, would you mind
To help me now my toy to find?

THE CHILD

AT BETHLEHEM

LONG, long before the Babe could speak,
When he would kiss his mother's cheek
And to her bosom press,
The brightest angels, standing near,
Would turn away to hide a tear,
For they are motherless.

Where were ye, Birds, that bless His name,
When wingless to the world He came,
And wordless,—tho' Himself the Word
That made the blossom and the bird?

III

TO HIS MOTHER

He brought a Lily white,
That bowed its fragrant head
And blushed a rosy red
Before her fairer light.

He brought a Rose; and lo,
The crimson blossom saw
Her beauty; and in awe
Became as white as snow.

A LILY OF THE FIELD

IN all his glory, Solomon
Was never so arrayed;
Yet far more beautiful is one—
A MOTHER and a MAID—
Whose loveliness and lowliness
God stooped from highest heaven to bless.

THE LAMB-CHILD

WHEN Christ the Babe was born,
Full many a little lamb,
Upon the wintry hills forlorn,
Was nestled near its dam;

And, waking or asleep,
Upon His mother's breast,
For love of her, each mother-sheep
And baby-lamb He blessed.

A PAIR OF TURTLE-DOVES

THE PURIFICATION

"WHERE, woman, is thine offering—
The debt of law and love?"
"My Babe a tender nestling is,
And I the mother-dove."

HIDE-AND-SEEK

YOU hid your little self, dear Lord,
As other children do;
But oh, how great was their reward
Who sought three days for you!

OUT OF BOUNDS

A LITTLE Boy, of heavenly birth,
But far from home to-day,
Comes down to find His ball, the Earth,
That Sin has cast away.
O comrades, let us one and all
Join in to get Him back His ball.

THE CHILD ON CALVARY

THE Cross is tall,
And I too small
To reach His hand
Or touch His feet;
But on the sand
His footprints I

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