Then the clear wet dews I dry,
With the look of my bright eye;
And the little birds awake,
Many a merry tune to make.
Cowslips then, and harebells blue,
And lily-cups their lips undo,
For they shut themselves up tight,
All the dark and foggy night.
Then the busy people go,
Every one his work unto;
Little girl, when your’s is done,
Guess if I am not the Sun.
SLEEPY TOM.
Get up, little boy,
You are sleeping too long;
Your brother is dressed,
He is singing a song,
And Tom must be wakened,
O, fie!
Come, open the curtains,
And let in the light;
For children should only
Be sleepy at night,
When stars may be seen
In the sky.