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SONGS FOR THE '

 

Sleep, Oh sleep, my darling boy—
Wake, to-morrow, fresh and strong ;
’Tis thy mother sits beside thee,
Singing thee an evening song.
Lullaby, sweet lullaby ! Taylor.

 

GOOD CHARLOTTE,

“Mamma, my head,” poor Anna said,
“So very badly aches;
Tell sister there, I cannot bear
The tiresome noise she makes.”

“T’m sure,” said Charlotte, “if I’d known,
Dear sister, you were ill,
I would have read, or drawn, instead,
And have remained quite still.”

 

DO RIGHT.

I love to do right,
And I love the truth;
And I'll always love them,
While in my youth.

And when I grow old,
And when I grow gray,

I will love them still,
Depart who may.