GETTING UP.
Baby, baby, ope your eye,
For the sun is in the sky,
And he’s peeping once again
Through the frosty window pane;
Little baby, do not keep
Any longer, fast asleep.
There now, sit in mother’s lap,
That she may untie your cap,
For the little strings have got
Twisted into such a knot;
Ah! for shame,—you’ve been at play
With the bobbin, as you lay.
There it comes,—now let us see
Where your petticoats can be;
O,—they’re in the window seat,
Folded very smooth and neat:
When my baby older grows
She shall double up her clothes.
Now one pretty little kiss,
For dressing you so neat as this,
And before we go down stairs,
Don’t forget to say your pray’rs,
For ’tis God who loves to keep
Little babies in their sleep.
The Linnet’s Nest.
Quick from the garden, Charles ran in,
With look of joy, and voice of glee;
A Linnet’s nest, Papa, I’ve seen:
O come—’tis in the Apple-tree.
Four little birds I just could see,
And then I ran to tell you here:
For Puss was waiting near the tree,
And she will get them all, I fear.