قراءة كتاب The Mother's Nursery Songs
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rush
Within a mother's breast;
Be this her pray'r
That thou may'st share
In heav'n's eternal rest.
WEEP NOT.
FOR A SICK CHILD.
Weep not, O little one,
Though thou art very ill,
For thou art not alone
Thy woes to feel.
Though thou art very ill,
For thou art not alone
Thy woes to feel.
Each sigh of thine will heave
An anxious mother's breast;
Each accent of thy grief
Will break her rest.
An anxious mother's breast;
Each accent of thy grief
Will break her rest.
Each tear that thou dost shed
Will cause her grief to flow:
Her heart, since thine doth bleed,
Is bleeding too.
Will cause her grief to flow:
Her heart, since thine doth bleed,
Is bleeding too.
One Hand alone can heal;
That hand is ever near:
O who can doubt His skill—
Or gracious care!
That hand is ever near:
O who can doubt His skill—
Or gracious care!
MOTHER DEAR, THE BABY CRIES.
Mother dear, the baby cries,
Where is the nurse?
Every thing that sister tries
Makes him only worse.
Come, mother, come;
Dear mother, come!
Every thing that sister tries
Makes him only worse.
Where is the nurse?
Every thing that sister tries
Makes him only worse.
Come, mother, come;
Dear mother, come!
Every thing that sister tries
Makes him only worse.
Mother dear, the baby cries,
Is he not ill?
Not a thing that brother tries
Ever keeps him still.
Come, mother, come,
Dear mother, come!
Not a thing that brother tries
Ever keeps him still.
Is he not ill?
Not a thing that brother tries
Ever keeps him still.
Come, mother, come,
Dear mother, come!
Not a thing that brother tries
Ever keeps him still.
Mother dear, the baby cries,
What shall we do?
In the cradle here he lies,
Waiting for you.
Come, mother, come,
Dear mother, come!
In the cradle here he lies
Waiting for you.
What shall we do?
In the cradle here he lies,
Waiting for you.
Come, mother, come,
Dear mother, come!
In the cradle here he lies
Waiting for you.
PART II.
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THE NURSERY.
The songs of this department are introduced chiefly for children who are just beginning to entertain a few simple ideas and principles relative to things around them. The mother should commence with some of the easiest songs, and afterwards, as she proceeds with the more difficult ones, furnish the words with an occasional comment.
THE MERRY LARK.
Hark, hark,
The merry lark,
Beginning her morning song;
Robin redbreast
Is still in her nest
And silent is her tongue.
The merry lark,
Beginning her morning song;
Robin redbreast
Is still in her nest
And silent is her tongue.
No, no,
It will not do,
Though Robin may lie in bed;
"Early and bright
"As soon as 'tis light"
My mother to me has said—
It will not do,
Though Robin may lie in bed;
"Early and bright
"As soon as 'tis light"
My mother to me has said—
See, see
The busy bee
A going from flower to flower,
Carries a sting,
While under her wing
She holds her honied store.
The busy bee
A going from flower to flower,
Carries a sting,
While under her wing
She holds her honied store.
So, so—
While busy too,
In study or useful work;
In many a sweet
Which we may meet
Some poison'd sting may lurk.
While busy too,
In study or useful work;
In many a sweet
Which we may meet
Some poison'd sting may lurk.
UP IN THE MORNING.
Up in the morning, up my child,
See the sun, how bright and mild;
See the dew-drops every one
Glist'ning in the sun:
Time for the dear one up to spring,
While the merry bells do ring.
See the sun, how bright and mild;
See the dew-drops every one
Glist'ning in the sun:
Time for the dear one up to spring,
While the merry bells do ring.
Quick let me put your clean dress on,
For the night is past and gone;
Now another day is giv'n,
By our Lord in heav'n:
Now when the morning air you feel
To your heav'nly Keeper kneel.
For the night is past and gone;
Now another day is giv'n,
By our Lord in heav'n:
Now when the morning air you feel
To your heav'nly Keeper kneel.
Praise to the Lord for morning light,
Praise for safety through the night,
While the birds are singing all,
On the Lord we call:
Thus in the morning we will praise
Our Redeemer all our days.
Praise for safety through the night,
While the birds are singing all,
On the Lord we call:
Thus in the morning we will praise
Our Redeemer all our days.
DAWN OF DAY.
Come, arise from thy sleep,
Through the green bushes peep,
Birds sweetly are straying,
Their bright plumes displaying,
At dawn of day.
Through the green bushes peep,
Birds sweetly are straying,
Their bright plumes displaying,
At dawn of day.
Let us breath the fresh air,
