Original Poems, for Infant Minds

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Mahlon Day, 374 Pearl-Street, 1838 - Children's poetry - 144 pages
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Page 138 - Down in a green and shady bed A modest violet grew; Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view.
Page 51 - Ah, no ! the thought I cannot bear, And if GOD please my life to spare, I hope I shall reward thy care, My Mother. When thou art feeble, old, and gray, My healthy arm shall be thy stay, And I will soothe thy pains away, My Mother. And when I see thee hang thy head, 'Twill be my turn to watch thy bed, And tears of sweet affection shed, My Mother. For GOD, who lives above the skies, Would look with vengeance in His eyes, If I should ever dare despise My Mother.
Page 62 - Poor girl, hard at work in the heat of the sun, How tired and hot you must be ; Why don't you leave off, as the others have done, And sit with them under the tree ? " " Oh, no ! for my mother lies ill in her bed, Too feeble to spin or to knit ; And my poor little brothers are crying for bread, And yet we can't give them a bit ! " Then could I be merry, and idle, and play, While they are so hungry and ill ? Oh, no, I had rather work hard all the day, My little blue apron to fill.
Page 135 - The Cat will walk away; The Monkey's cheek is very bald, The Goat is fond of play. The Parrot is a prate-apace, Yet knows not what he says; The noble Horse will win the race, Or draw you in a chaise.
Page 51 - My Mother. Who ran to help me when I fell And would some pretty story tell Or kiss the place to make it well? My Mother. Who taught my infant lips to pray And love God's holy book...
Page 104 - I'm doing ('tis certainly hard) I'm forced to leave off to be milked in the yard. " I've no will of my own, but must do as they please, And give them my milk to make butter and cheese ; Sometimes I endeavour to kick down the pail, Or give Suke a box on the ear with my tail."
Page 26 - But stop, little boy, take your hand from the bough ! Remember, though old John can't see you just now, And no one to chide you is nigh, There is ONE, who by night, just as well as by day, Can see all you do, and can hear all you say, From his glorious throne in the sky.
Page 91 - I Ve really a great mind to venture in there ; My mother's oft told me I must not go nigh, But really, for my part, I cannot tell why. ' Ducks have wings and feathers, and so have I too, And my feet what's the reason that they will not do? Though my beak is pointed, and their beaks are round, Is that any reason that I should be drowned. ' So why should I not swim as well as a duck ? Suppose that I venture and e'en try my luck ? For,' said she (spite of all that her mother had taught her) ' I 'm really...
Page 91 - For," said she ('spite of all that her mother had taught her), " I'm really remarkably fond of the water." So in this poor ignorant animal flew, But soon found her dear mother's cautions were true : She splashed, and she dashed, and she turned herself round, And heartily wished herself safe on the ground.
Page 138 - Within the silent shade. Then let me to the valley go, This pretty flower to see, That I may also learn to grow In sweet humility.

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