A Mother's Year Book

by Unknown

AUGUST SEVENTEENTH

A child of light, a radiant lass,

And gamesome as the morning air.

Jean Ingelow

AUGUST EIGHTEENTH

Shall we never cease to stamp human nature, even

in childhood, like coins.

Froebel

AUGUST NINETEENTH

My business is to suck, and sleep, and fling

The cradle clothes about me all day long,

Or, half asleep, hear my sweet mother sing,

And to be washt in water clean and warm,

And husht and kist and kept secure from harm.

Shelley

AUGUST TWENTIETH

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,

Smiles awake you when you rise:

Sleep pretty wantons, do not cry,

And I will sing a lullaby.

Rock them, rock them, lullaby.

Thomas Dekker

AUGUST TWENTY-FIRST

As the moon on the lake's face flashes,

So, happy may gleam, at whiles,

A dream through the dear deep lashes

Whereunder a child's eye smiles.

Swinburne