The horses neighed, and the oxen lowed;
The sheeps "Bleat! bleat!" came over the road—
All seeming to say with a quiet delight,
"Good little girl! good-night! good-night!"
The tall pink foxglove bowed his head—
The violets curtsied and went to bed;
And good little Lucy tied up her hair,
And said on her knees her favorite prayer.
And while on her pillow she softly lay,
She knew nothing more till again it was day;
And all things said to the beautiful sun,
"Good-morning! good-morning! our work is begun."
A DEAR LITTLE GRANNY.
I want to be your granny—
Granny, granny dear;
Do you think in glasses
I'm anything like near?
Would you take me for her
If I wore her cap;
Told you pretty stories,
Took you in my lap?
Gave you lots of sweeties,
Cakes and apples too?
That's the way that grannies,
Dear old grannies do!
