'Tis not beauty that we prize,-
Like a summer's flower it dies;
But humility will last,

Fair and sweet when beauty's past;
And the Saviour from above,

Views a humble child with love.

LADY MOON.

THE JOURNEY.

DEAR mother, how pretty the moon looks to-night,
She was never so cunning before!

Her two little horns are so sharp and so bright,
I hope she won't grow any more!

If I were up there, with you and my friends,
We'd have a nice rock, do you see;
We'd sit in the middle, and hold at both ends,
O, what a bright cradle 't would be!

We'd call to the stars to get out of our way,
Lest we should rock over their toes;
And then we would stay till the dawn of day,
And see where the pretty moon goes.

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And then we would float through the beautiful skies, And then through bright clouds we would roam, And see the sun set, and see the sun rise,

And on the next rainbow come home.

LADY MOON.

"I see the Moon, and the Moon sees me,
God bless the Moon, and God bless me."-

CHOICE POEMS.

Old Rhyme. LADY Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving? Over the sea.

Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving?
All that love me.

Are you not tired with rolling, and never
Resting to sleep?

Why look so pale, and so sad, as forever
Wishing to weep?

Ask me not this, little child, if you love me;
You are too bold;

I must obey my dear Father above me,
And do as I'm told.

Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving?
Over the sea.

Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving?
All that love me.

LADY BIRD.

R. M. MILNES.

LADY bird! lady bird! fly away home,
The field-mouse has gone to her nest,

The daisies have shut up their sweet, sleepy eyes,
And the bees and the birds are at rest.

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,

Make haste, or they'll catch you, and harness you fast, With a cobweb, to Oberon's car.

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CHOICE POEMS.

When we sleep sound,
He takes his round,
A sentry o'er us all.

Through the long, dark night,
Till broad daylight,

He scares the thieves from our wall.