And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's, She looks, and her heart is in heaven: but they fade, THE CHILDREN'S HOUR Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, I hear in the chamber above me The sound of a door that is opened, From my study I see in the lamplight, A whisper, and then a silence: Yet I know by their merry eyes A sudden rush from the stairway, They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere. They almost devour me with kisses, In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine! Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti, I have you fast in my fortress, And there will I keep you forever, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow MY RECOLLECTEST THOUGHTS My recollectest thoughts are those And bearing on, as you'd suppose, But my resemblest thoughts are less. A state of things, as you'll confess, And yet the mostest thought I love That I'm the sole survivor of The famous Forty Thieves! Charles Edward Carryl JUST NONSENSE MR. FINNEY'S TURNIP Mr. Finney had a turnip And it grew behind the barn; - And that turnip did no harm. There it grew and it grew Till it could grow no longer; There it lay and it lay Till it began to rot; And his daughter Susie took it And put it in the pot. And they boiled it and boiled it Mr. Finney and his wife They sat them down to sup; And they ate and they ate And they ate that turnip up. THERE WAS A MONKEY There was a monkey climbed up a tree, When he fell down, then down fell he. |