28 THE TURTLE-DOVES. Creep away, my bairnie, The little birdie falls Creep before you gang. JAMES BALLANTYNE. THE TURTLE-DOVES. VERY high in the pine-tree THE TURTLE-DOVES. Often turned to her mate, Who was sitting close by. "Coo," said the Turtle-dove, "Coo," said she, "O, I love thee," said the Turtle-dove, Of the dark pine-tree, In their little nursery. The young turtle-doves Never quarrelled in the nest; For they dearly loved each other, Though they loved their mother best. "Coo," said the little doves, "Coo," said she, And they played together kindly, In the dark pine-tree. Is this nursery of yours, As children ought to be? AUNT EFFIE'S RHYMES. 29 30 WHAT I LOVE. WHAT A CHILD HAS. THE snail, see, has a house; The sparrow has its feathers brown; Now tell me, darling, what have you? So good has God been unto me." SONGS FROM THE GERMAN WHAT I LOVE. I LOVE my mother's gentle kiss, I love to walk with little sis, And view the shops and pictures gay. I love my toys and books to see, Father, when I'm as tall as you, And you are small like little sis, MRS. GILMAN. |