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GOING TO BED

Little baby, lay your head
On your pretty cradle-bed;
Shut your eye-peeps, now the day
And the light are gone away.
All the clothes are tucked in tight;
Little baby dear, good night!
Yes, my darling, well I know
How the bitter wind doth blow;
And the winter's snow and rain
Patter on the window pane.
But they cannot come in here,
To my little baby dear;
For the window shutteth fast,
Till the stormy night is past;
Or the curtains we may spread
Round about her cradle-bed.
So, till morning shineth bright,
Little baby dear, good night!
--Jane Taylor.

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BABY AND MAMMA

What a little thing am I!
Hardly higher than the table.
I can eat, and play, and cry,
But to work I am not able.
Nothing in the world I know,
But mamma will try and show me.
Sweet mamma, I love her so,
She's so very kind unto me.
And she sets me on her knee,
Very often, for some kisses.
Oh! how good I'll try to be,
For such a dear mamma as this is.
--Jane Taylor.

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CHILD WITH DOG
Sir Joshua Reynolds (1723-1792)

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THE TEMPEST

See the dark vapors cloud the sky,
The thunder rumbles round and round;
The lightning's flash begins to fly,
Big drops of rain bedew the ground:
The frightened birds with ruffled wing,
Fly through the air and cease to sing.
'T is God who on the tempest rides
And with a word directs the storm,
'T is at His nod the wind subsides,
Or heaps of heavy vapors form.
In fire and cloud He walks the sky,
And lets His stores of tempest fly.
--Jane Taylor.