For it is but right;
So, Dolly, good-night:
Lie still without fretting or crying till Monday,
For we ought not to play, Dolly dear, on a Sunday.
MY SHADOW
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me when I jump into my bed.