POEMS OLD AND NEW

Thank you, pretty cow, that made Pleasant milk to soak my bread, Every day and every night, Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white. Do not chew the hemlock rank, Growing on the weedy bank; But the yellow cowslip eat, That will make it very sweet. Where the purple violet grows, Where the bubbling water flows, Where the grass is fresh and fine, Pretty cow, go there and dine. Jane Taylor

In summer I am very glad We children are so small, For we can see a thousand things That men can't see at all. They don't know much about the moss And all the stones they pass; They never lie and play among The forests in the grass; But when the snow is on the ground, And all the puddles freeze, I wish that I were very tall, High up above the trees. Laurence Alma-Tadema

Sleep, baby, sleep! Thy father watches his sheep; Thy mother is shaking the dreamland tree, And down comes a little dream on thee. Sleep, baby, sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep! The great stars are the sheep; The little stars are the lambs, I guess, And the gentle moon is the shepherdess. Sleep, baby, sleep! From the German

When it gets dark, the birds and flowers Shut up their eyes and say good night; And God, who loves them, counts the hours And keeps them safe till it gets light. Dear Father! Count the hours to-night, When I'm asleep and cannot see; And in the morning may the light Shine for the birds and flowers and me! William Hawley Smith