Dutch Lullaby So cried the stars to the fishermen three, Wynken, And Nod. All night long their nets they threw 24 Then down from the sky came the wooden shoe, Bringing the fishermen home; 'T was all so pretty a sail, it seemed As if it could not be; And some folk thought 't was a dream they 'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea; But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies So shut your eyes while Mother sings Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three, Wynken, And Nod. 1889. Eugene Field. 48 36 1832. A PETITION TO TIME TOUCH us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream Husband, wife, and children three (One is lost,-an angel, fled To the azure overhead!) Touch us gently, Time! We've not proud nor soaring wings: Our ambition, our content, Lies in simple things. 8 16 Bryan Waller Procter. THE MAHOGANY TREE CHRISTMAS is here: Winds whistle shrill, Icy and chill, Little care we: THE AGE OF WISDOM Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin, This is the way that boys begin,— Wait till you come to Forty Year. Curly gold locks cover foolish brains, Wait till you come to Forty Year. Forty times over let Michaelmas pass, Pledge me round, I bid ye declare, All good fellows whose beards are gray, Did not the fairest of the fair Common grow and wearisome ere Ever a month was past away? The reddest lips that ever have kissed, The brightest eyes that ever have shone, 5 10 15 20 |