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قراءة كتاب The Nursery, November 1881, Vol. XXX A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers
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The Nursery, November 1881, Vol. XXX A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers
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THE
NURSERY
A Monthly Magazine
For Youngest Readers.
VOLUME XXX.—No. 5.
BOSTON:
THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY,
No. 36 Bromfield Street.
1881.
BOSTON:
THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY,
No. 36 Bromfield Street.
1881.
Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1881, by
THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.
THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.
IN PROSE. |
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| PAGE | |
| Where Jimmy Lives | 323 |
| Jessie and her Kitten | 324 |
| Fanchette | 329 |
| Old Jack | 333 |
| A Day in the Woods | 338 |
| Milly and Jip | 342 |
| Lawn-Tennis | 344 |
| The Kitten's Necktie | 345 |
| A Basket from Home | 348 |
| A Letter from Honolulu | 350 |
IN VERSE. |
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| Hush-a-by | 322 |
| Two Sides | 326 |
| Sweet Good-day | 331 |
| My Garden | 332 |
| Off for the Winter | 335 |
| Baby Bobby | 341 |
| A Thrifty Family | 346 |
| When will the Snow come | 347 |
| Christmas-Time (with music) | 352 |
HUSH-A-BY.VOL. XXX.—NO. 5.
HUSH-A-BY.
Hush-a-by baby: as the birds fly,
We are off to the island of Lullaby:
I am the captain, and you are the crew,
And the cradle, I guess, is our birch-bark canoe;
We'll drift away from this work-day shore,
Forty thousand long leagues or more,
Till we reach the strand where happy dreams wait,
Whether we're early, or whether we're late.
Hush-a-by baby: as the birds fly,
Let us make the snug harbor of Lullaby:
Some little folks are far on the way;
Some have put in at Wide-awake Bay;
Others, I fear, are long overdue;
Don't let this happen, my darling, to you:
Let us steer for the coast where happy dreams wait,
Whether we're early, or whether we're late.
We are off to the island of Lullaby:
I am the captain, and you are the crew,
And the cradle, I guess, is our birch-bark canoe;
We'll drift away from this work-day shore,
Forty thousand long leagues or more,
Till we reach the strand where happy dreams wait,
Whether we're early, or whether we're late.
Hush-a-by baby: as the birds fly,
Let us make the snug harbor of Lullaby:
Some little folks are far on the way;
Some have put in at Wide-awake Bay;
Others, I fear, are long overdue;
Don't let this happen, my darling, to you:
Let us steer for the coast where happy dreams wait,
Whether we're early, or whether we're late.
MARY N. PRESCOTT.