SONGS FOR THE

 

GOOD-NIGHT.

Baby, baby, lay your head

On your pretty little bed ;

Shut your eye-peeps, now the day
And the light are gone away ;

All the clothes are tucked in tight,
Little baby dear, good-night.

 

| MORNING.
Baby, baby, ope your eye,
For the sun is in the sky,
And he’s peeping once again
Through the:clear, bright window-pane ;
Little baby, do not keep _
Any longer fast asleep.

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POOR ROBIN.

One winter’s day the wind blew high,
And fast came down the snow ;

A robin, much too weak too fly,
Hopped in the yard below. .

Jane threw him crumbs, and from that day,
Her welcome guest he’s been ;

And often when the children play,
Sweet little Bob is seen.