116 SONGS FOR THE

 

The little birds—how fond they play ;
Do not disturb their sport ;

But let them@warble forth their songs,
Till winter cuts them short.

 

Don’t kill the birds—the happy birds,
That cheer the field and grove ;

Such harmless things to look upon,
They claim our warmest love.

 

WHEN FATHER COMES HOME.
When my father comes home in the evening
from work,
Then I will get up on his knee,
And tell him how many nice lessons I learn,
And show him how good I can be.

He shall hear what number I know how to
count,
I'll tell him what words I can spell ;
And if I can learn something new every day,
I hope soon to read very well.

I’ll repeat to him all the good verses I know,
And tell him how kind we must be,

That we never must hurt little creatures at all;
And he will be glad, and love me.