Little Daisy playing
'Mid the ripening corn,
Pierced her plump white finger
With a cruel thorn.
Home she flies, eyes clouded
With a mist of tears;
Little bosom trembling
With vague childlike fears.
Brother Leonard lifts her
Lightly from the ground;
May, beside her kneeling,
Tends the swelling wound.
Softly takes a needle—
Knows what she's about—
Pricks, and lo! the hidden
Thorn slips safely out.
Daisy's fears have vanished,
Tears are passed away—
Leonard dubs his sister
Little Doctor May.
A DAY IN THE SNOW.
Words from "Little Folks."
Music by the Rev. F. Peel, B.Mus., Oxon
1. Come along, bairnies, laughing and singing,
The echoes all ringing around as you go;
Come, for the fairies with chill little fingers
Have seiz'd on the raindrops and turn'd them to snow.
Come along, bairnies, laughing and singing,
The echoes all ringing around as you go.
2. Come, watch the white flakes softly descending,
Still, never-ending, silent, and slow,
Folding a mantle of beauty around us,
A mantle of flickering, fluttering snow.
3. Come, rosy fingers, gather the treasure!
Bright looks of pleasure I see as you go;
Laughing and singing, The echoes all ringing—
Oh, the delight of a day in the snow!