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SONGS FOR THE NURSERY.
Showing by his mien indignant All a baby's sense of right.
" Come back, Harney !" called he, loudly,
As he held his apron white; " You sail have my candy wabbit!"
But the door was fastened tight. So he stood, abashed and silent,
In the centre of the floor, With defeated look alternate
Bent on me and on the door.
Then, as from a sudden impulse,
Quickly ran he to the fire, And, while eagerly his bright eyes
Watched the flames go high and higher, In a brave, clear key he shouted,
Like some lordly little elf, " Santa Caus! come down de chimney,
Make my moder 'have hersef!"
" I will be a good girl, Benny,"
Said I, feeling the reproof; And straightway recalled poor Harney
Mewing on the gallery roof. Soon the anger was forgotten,
Laughter chased away the frown, And they played beneath the live-oaks
Till the dusky night came down.
In my dim fire-lighted chamber Harney purred beneath my chair,
And my play-worn boy beside me Knelt to say his evening prayer:
" God bess fader! God bess moder! God bess sister!" then a pause,
And the sweet young lips devoutly Murmured, " God bess Santa Caus I"
He is sleeping; brown and silken
Lie the lashes long and meek, Like caressing, clinging shadows,
On his plump and peachy cheek; And I bend above him, weeping
Thankful tears, O Undefiled! For a woman's crown of glory,
For the blessing of a child!
THE STARS AND THE BABIES.
When the stars go to sleep, The babies awake, And they prattle and sparkle all day; Then the stars light their lamps, And their play-time they take, While the babies are sleeping away.
So good-night, little baby, And shut up your eyes; Let the stars now have their turn at play." They soon will begin