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When your heart began to stir,
As the snow began to melt !
As I used to do?
I can comfort you.
Are winds that come and go.
Whether you see or no;
About you near and far,
I know the angels are.
When all the colors fail,
So massy and so pale;
Out of those heaps of shade.
If I were not afraid !
Abroad in night and gloom;
As I am in my room.
I only wish you'd say!
If I but knew the way.
And not a sign to see
For all as well as me.
In spite of all your scorns;
I wouldn't have those thorns !
How pretty is each little star,
Each tiny twinkler, soft and meek! Yet many in this world there are
Who do not know that stars can speak. To them the skies are meaningless,
A star is not a living thing; They cannot hear the messages
Those shining creatures love to bring. Hush ! listen! ah! it will not do;
You do but listen with your ears ; And stars are understood by few,
For it must be the heart that hears. Look up, not only with your eyes;
Ah! do you hear a tender sound ? To hearts familiar with the skies,
The stars are nearer than the ground.
“ LILLIPUT LEVEE."
GREAT, wide, beautiful, wonderful World,
The wonderful air is over me,
You friendly Earth, how far do you go,
Ah, you are so great, and I am so small,
“ LILLIPUT Levee."
IF the butterfly courted the bee,
And the owl the porcupine ;
And three times one was nine;
If the buttercups ate the cows; If the cat had the dire disaster
To be worried, sir, by the mouse ; If mamma, sir, sold the baby
To a gypsy for half a crown; If a gentleman, sir, was a lady,
The world would be Upside Down ! If any or all of these wonders
Should ever come about, I should not consider them blunders,
For I should be Inside Out!
CHARLES HENRY WEBB.
WHY is it the children don't love me
As they do mamma?
“ Little mamma?”
Any game that the tyrants suggest,
For the show on the stair
I'm always the bear,
It is never “Mamma,
Won't you ?” My umbrella's the pony, if any — None ride on mamma's parasol ; I'm supposed to have always the penny For bon-bons, and beggars, and all.