RING-TING! I wish I were a Primrose, A bright yellow Primrose, blowing in the spring! And the Elm-tree for our king! Nay stay! I wish I were an Elm-tree, A great, lofty Elm-tree, with green leaves gay! The sun and moonshine glance in, 0-no! I wish I were a Robin, A Robin or a little Wren, everywhere to go; Through forest, field, or garden, Well-tell! Where should I fly to, Where go to sleep in the dark wood or dell? Before a day was over, Home comes the rover, For mother's kiss sweeter this STOP, STOP, PRETTY WATER. "STOP, stop, pretty water!" To a frolicsome brook, "You run on so fast! I wish you would stay; "But I will run after : Mother says that I may; For I would know where So Mary ran on ; But I have heard say, Where the brook ran away. Mrs. Follen. CHILD'S WISH IN JUNE. MOTHER, mother, the winds are at play, Look, dear mother, the flowers all lie See how slowly the streamlet glides; Poor Tray is asleep in the noonday sun, There flies a bird to a neighboring tree, And he sits and twitters a gentle note, You bid me be busy; but, mother, hear, d; I wish, oh! I wish, I was yonder cloud, UNDER MY WINDOW. UNDER my window, under my window. Flit to and fro together : There's Bell with her bonnet of satin sheen, Under my window, under my window, Merry and clear, the voice I hear Of each glad-hearted rover. Ah! sly little Kate, she steals my roses, Under my window, under my window, In the blue midsummer weather, I catch them all together: Under my window, under my window, T. Westwood. THE SCHOOL. "LITTLE girl, where do you go to school, You and the cat jump here and there, But what do you know in the spelling-book? Thus the little girl answered, Only stopping to cling To my finger a minute, As a bird on the wing Catches a twig of sumach, And stops to twitter and swing, "When the daisies' eyes are a-twinkle And the bells that ring for me there Are all the voices of morning Afloat in the dewy air. Kind Nature is the Madame ; And the book whereout I spell Is dog's-eared by the brooks and glens |