LITTLE ONES AT HOME. 25

 

Songs.

Who gathered apples from the tree,
Chestnuts and walnuts too, forme; _
Who cheerful did all this? but thee,

, My brother.
Then may I ever grateful be
For all thy kindness shown to me,

And ne’er withdraw my love from thee,

My brother.

Taylor.

 

A GOOD-NIGHT SONG.
To bed, to bed, my curly head,
To bed, and sleep so sweetly ;
Merry and bright, with the morning light
Be up, and dressed so neatly.

Then for a walk, and a pleasant talk
About the birds and flowers ;

And all the day, in work and play,
We'll pass the happy hours.

And then to bed, to rest the head,
And sleep until the morrow :

May every day thus glide away,
Without a shade of sorrow.

 

THE FLY.

'T was God that made the little fly ;
But if you pinch it, it will die.
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