قراءة كتاب The Mother's Nursery Songs
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اللغة: English
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class="i0">For the morning is fair,
And the forest is ringing
With merry birds singing
At dawn of day.
Come along for a talk
Or a sweet morning walk,
While the garden discloses
Its bright blushing roses,
At dawn of day.
Or a sweet morning walk,
While the garden discloses
Its bright blushing roses,
At dawn of day.
But first to our King
Let us joyfully sing,
And praises be paying,
'Tis good to be praying
At dawn of day.
Let us joyfully sing,
And praises be paying,
'Tis good to be praying
At dawn of day.
TIME TO ARISE.
Father and mother, 'tis time to arise,
Sun has arisen to brighten the skies;
Every bird is singing high;
Birds are glad, and so am I.
Sun has arisen to brighten the skies;
Every bird is singing high;
Birds are glad, and so am I.
Merrily, merrily those in the tree,
Bluebird and robin are singing to me;
Round the window see them fly;
Birds are glad, and so am I.
Bluebird and robin are singing to me;
Round the window see them fly;
Birds are glad, and so am I.
Glad little robin, you never can know
Who is the Maker that fashion'd you so;
Yet you cannot weep or sigh;
Birds are glad, and so am I.
Who is the Maker that fashion'd you so;
Yet you cannot weep or sigh;
Birds are glad, and so am I.
He who created the birds of the air,
Securely will keep me from trouble and care:
He has taught the birds to fly;
Birds are glad, and so am I.
Securely will keep me from trouble and care:
He has taught the birds to fly;
Birds are glad, and so am I.
O, WILD IS THY JOY.
O wild is thy joy,[2]
My affectionate boy,
What visions of fancy come o'er thee?
Thy spirit so proud,
Thy laughter so loud—
What transports are glit'ring before thee?
My affectionate boy,
What visions of fancy come o'er thee?
Thy spirit so proud,
Thy laughter so loud—
What transports are glit'ring before thee?
Dost think of a day
Thou mayst ramble and play,
O'er the meadows, the forests, and mountains?
Or in the sweet vale,
'Mong the lilies so pale,
By the side of the rills and the fountains?
Thou mayst ramble and play,
O'er the meadows, the forests, and mountains?
Or in the sweet vale,
'Mong the lilies so pale,
By the side of the rills and the fountains?
Some glim'rings of thought
Perchance thou hast caught,
While thy spirit within thee rejoices,
Some simple delight,
Some object of sight
Or sound in the mingling of voices.
Perchance thou hast caught,
While thy spirit within thee rejoices,
Some simple delight,
Some object of sight
Or sound in the mingling of voices.
O, brief is thy mirth,
For the visions of earth,
Like the shadows of noon-day, are flying:
But joys that are pure,
Shall forever endure,
Though earth and its transports are dying.
For the visions of earth,
Like the shadows of noon-day, are flying:
But joys that are pure,
Shall forever endure,
Though earth and its transports are dying.
LITTLE JACK.
