EVENING SONG.

  Twilight dews are on the roses,
    Little birds are in the nest,
  On the green the lamb reposes—­
    Rest thee, little darling, rest.

  While my babe is sweetly sleeping,
    Silent stars are bright above,
  And the angels’ eyes are keeping
    Over thee their watch of love.

  Precious child! may that blest Saviour
    Who for us a child was born,
  Guard thee now and guard thee ever—­
    Keep thee safely, night and morn!

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[Illustration]

THE ROBINS.

  Two little robins made a nest—­
    ’Twas in the warm spring weather;
  They built it out of sticks and straws
    And little bits of feather.

  It was upon an apple bough,
    With blossoms all around it;
  So neatly wove and fitted in
    That no one ever found it.

  And there four little birds lay hid,
    With nice green leaves to shield them,
  And there they peeped and flapped about,
    And well the old ones fed them.

  And when the hawk comes hovering near,
  The speckled hen gives a cry of fear,
  And the little chickens, every one,
  Up to her in a moment run,
  Safely hide beneath her wings. 
  Oh! the nice old speckled hen,
  With her pretty chickens ten.

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LULLABY.

  There, lullaby, and I will sing to you
    A little song about a yellow bird
  That made a nest upon a currant bush,
    And sung the sweetest that you ever heard,
        Lullaby, lullaby!

  There were two little birds that built the nest;
    One sat and sung upon the garden wall,
  The other, with her warm and downy breast,
    Covered the eggs so beautiful and small. 
        Lullaby, lullaby!

  One day some little birds came peeping out,
    And then they opened wide their mouths for food;
  The yellow birds flew down and skipped about,
    And brought them something very nice and good. 
        Lullaby, lullaby!

  And so they grew and grew, till puss, one day,
    Tore down the pretty nest with sudden rush,
  But Johnny saw, and took the birds away,
    And placed them in the nest, back on the bush. 
        Lullaby, lullaby! 
The old ones found them safe, poor trembling things;
    They smoothed and fed them, and that very day
  They taught them how to spread their little wings,
    And ’mong the garden trees to soar away. 
        Lullaby, lullaby?

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SNOW.

  The snow, the snow is coming,
    So graceful and light,
  All over every thing,
    Beautiful and white.