Hail! Ho! 171 He comes in the night! He comes He lies on the grass, looking up to He put his acorn helmet on, 183 Hie away, hie away! 176 How pleasant the life of a bird must Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber, 258 Hush! the waves are rolling in, 228 I am coming, I am coming, 10 I had a dove and the sweet dove "I have no name," 129 I know a bank whereon the wild I know the song that the bluebird is I met a little Elf-man, once, 188 I remember, I remember, 135 I saw three ships come sailing in, 268 I'll tell you how the sun rose, 28 In the snowing and the blowing, 7 It was a hungry pussy cat, upon It was an old, old, old, old lady, 188 Joy to Philip! he this day, 174 Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are 66 you roving? 30' Lazy sheep, pray tell me why," 114 Little brown brother, oh! little brown Little Gustava sits in the sun, 152 Little ladies, white and green, 89 Long, long before the Babe could Lullaby of an Infant Chief, 226 Marjorie's Almanac, 3 May shall make the world anew, 13 O Blue Jay up in the maple-tree, 74 O little flowers, you love me so, 95 Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray, 156 45 Oh, hush thee, my babie, thy sire Oh, hush thee, my baby, the night is Oh, oh, how the wild winds blow! 32 282 INDEX OF FIRST LINES Oh, the beauty of the Christ Child, 261 Oh, the little flax flower, 99 Over the river and through the wood, 196 Piped a tiny voice hard by, 64 Ring-ting! I wish I were a Primrose, 127 Robins in the tree-top, 3 Run, little rivulet, run! 46 Saw you never in the twilight, 257 Sleep, Sleep, come to me, Sleep, 231 Some hae meat and canna eat, 241 137 Spring comes hither, 7 Thank you, pretty cow, that made, The alder by the river, 9 The birds have been singing to- The Boy from his bedroom window, The cock is crowing, 6 The days are cold, the nights are The dew was falling fast, the stars The Frost looked forth on a still, The goldenrod is yellow, 16 The lily has an air, 89 The mill goes toiling slowly around, 233 The mountain and the squirrel, 206 The poplar drops beside the way, 8 The sun, with his great eye, 103 The Water! the Water! 49 The wind one morning sprang up The woods are full of fairies! 187 There's something in the air, 11 This is her picture-Dolladine, 167 When on the breath of Autumn's When the Arts in their infancy were, 198 When the cows come home the milk When the sun has left the hilltop, Whenever a snowflake leaves the sky, 49 Whenever the moon and stars are "Where do the stars grow, little Where do you come from, Mr. Jay? Where do you think the Fairies go, Where the pools are bright and Which is the Wind that brings the Why do bells for Christmas ring? "Will you walk a little faster?" said Young Dandelion, 86 IN MANY years of editorial labor and rare personal enthusiasm and taste have gone into the selection of these tales and poems from the whole range of Literature. The fairy tales for instance were chosen after reading 20,000 fairy stories. The result is a series of marked and delightful personality. The Children's Crimson Classics Edited by KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN and NORA ARCHIBALD SMITH IN the first instance, "The Children's Crimson Classics" are designed to please and interest every child, by reason of the sheer fascination belonging to the stories and poems contained in this edition. To accomplish such an end, a vast amount of patient labor, a rare judgment, a life-long study of children, and a genuine love for all that is best in literature, are essential factors of success. Kate Douglas Wiggin (Mrs. Riggs) and her sister, Nora Archibald Smith, possess these qualities and this experience. Their efforts, as pioneers of kindergarten work, the love and admiration in which their works are held by all young people, prove them to be in full sympathy with this unique piece of work. Let all parents, who wish their little ones to have their minds and tastes developed along the right paths, remember that once a child is interested and amused the rest is comparatively easy. Stories and poems so admirably selected, cannot then but sow the seeds of a real literary culture, which must be encouraged in childhood if it is ever to become part of one's personality. |