Nurse, I love
Our baby so,
I must teach her
All I know.
That’s not much,
Papa would say,
He laughs at me
Most every day,
Because I’m old
Enough to read,
Oh dear! that’s very
Hard indeed.
But, baby, we will not stop to talk,
We are going out doors to teach you to walk.
CONVERSATION UPON ICE.
MOTHER AND DAUGHTER.
“Come, dear,” said Mrs. Jones one day,
To Jane, her little daughter,
“Come, look at this large block of ice,
Now floating in the water!
“You could not lift it from the ground,
If you should try all day,
And yet, like a mere feather, now,
You see it float away.”
“Oh, yes, mamma, it does seem strange,
That it should never sink,
Why that large block of ice should float,
I’m sure I cannot think.
“How very kind it is in God
To freeze the waters so,
That on the top the ice remains
And cannot sink below!
“For, while our winters are so cold,
How short a time ’twould take
To form one solid mass of ice,
In river, pond, or lake!