May many a merry girl and boy
Prize thee, my book, above each toy.
May bat and ball aside be laid,
And dolly quite cast into shade.
Thy pages tell of the timid bird,
Whose voice by the sedgy stream is heard;
And of the hawk, who, with wings of speed,
Darts on the prey which his young ones need;
And of the glow-worm’s fairy light,
Which shines like a gem through the summer night.