LADY MOON. 41 THE JOURNEY. DEAR mother, how pretty the moon looks to-night, Her two little horns are so sharp and so bright, If I were up there, with you and my friends, We'd call to the stars to get out of our way, And then we would stay till the dawn of day, And then we would float through the beautiful skies, And on the next rainbow come home. LADY Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving? Over the sea. Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving? 42 LADY BIRD. Are you not tired with rolling, and never Why look so pale, and so sad, as forever Ask me not this, little child, if you love me; I must obey my dear Father above me, Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving? Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving? R. M. MILNES. LADY BIRD. LADY bird! lady bird! fly away home, Lady bird! lady bird! fly away home, The glow-worm is lighting her lamp, The dew's falling fast, and your finc speckled wings Will be wet with the close-clinging damp. THE WATCH-DOG. Lady bird! lady bird! fly away home, The fairy bells tinkle afar, 43 Make haste, or they 'll catch you, and harness you fast, With a cobweb, to Oberon's car. CHOICE POEMS. THE WATCH-DOG. FROM "WILLIE WINKIE." Bow-wow-wow! It's the great watch-dog, I ken by his honest bark; Says the great watch-dog When he hears a foot in the dark. Not a breath can stir But he's up with a whirr! And a big bow-wow gives he; And, with tail on end, He'll the house defend Far better than lock or key. When we sleep sound, A sentry o'er us all. Through the long, dark night, Till broad daylight, He scares the thieves from our wall. A LITTLE girl, with a happy look, Sat slowly reading a ponderous book, All bound with velvet, and edged with gold, And its weight was more than a child could hold; Yet dearly she loved to ponder it o'er, And every day she prized it more; For it said, and she looked at her smiling mother, It said: "Little children, love one another." She thought it was beautiful in the book, BEING KIND AND AFFECTIONATE. Which said, just as plain as words could say: So, mamma, I'll be kind to my darling brother, I am sorry he 's naughty and will not play, And thus, when we kneel in prayer to-night, The little girl did as her Bible taught, 45 And pleasant, indeed, was the change it wrought; BEING KIND AND AFFECTIONATE. THE God of heaven is pleased to see And will not slight the praise they bring, |