NO VINU Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving? Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving? RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES. (LORD HOUGHTON). *2* THE NEW MOON. O 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 sit in the middle, and hold by both ends: We'd call to the stars to keep out of the way, And then we would rock till the dawn of the day, And there we would stay in the beautiful skies, And on the next rainbow come home. MRS. FOLLEN. 1 we'd, we would. 2 you'd, you would. 3 'twould, it would. * 3 * SPRING SONG. THE spring is come! The spring is come! The spring is come! The merry birds are singing; And in the grass, Where'er we pass, The daisies white are springing. The spring is come! The spring is come! The soft south wind is blowing; And in the dell 1 Where violets dwell, We hear the brooklet 2 flowing. * 4 * THE CHILD'S MAY SONG. A MERRY little maiden, In the merry month of May, Came tripping o'er the meadow, As she sang this merry lay3: 1 dell, little valley. 2 brooklet, little brook. 8 lay, song. "I'm a merry little maiden: "I love the pretty lambkins1 2 4 And sing me such a blithe song In the merry month of May. "I love the blooming flowers "I love my little sisters And my brothers every day; 1 lambkins, little lambs. 2 frolic gambols, playful leaps. 8 spray, small branch, sprig. 4 blithe (th as in this), joyful. 5 brae, slope of a hill. * 5 * THANK YOU, PRETTY COW. THANK you, pretty cow, that made Warm and sweet, and fresh and white. Do not chew the hemlock rank1 Where the bubbling water flows, * 6 * THE WIND. I AM the wind, JANE TAYLOR. And I come very fast: I blow a loud blast. Sometimes I am soft As a sweet, gentle child; 1 rank, coarse, large. And then out so loud I am the wind, And I come very fast: I blow a loud blast. * 7 * THE NORTH WIND. THE north wind doth blow, and we shall have snow, And what will the Robin do then, poor thing? He'll sit in a barn,' and keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, poor thing! The north wind doth blow, and we shall have snow; And what will the Swallow do then, poor thing? Oh! do you not know that he's gone long ago To a country much warmer than ours?-poor thing! The north wind doth blow, and we shall have snow; And what will the Honey-bee do, poor thing? In his hive he will stay till the cold's gone away, And then he'll come out in the spring, poor thing! 1 The English robin stays in barns during winter; the American robin goes to a warmer country. |