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Without any fretting or crying: O, no,

For that makes me wretched wherever I go;
And it would be a pity to spoil the day so.

'T don’t choose to be such a baby, not I,

To be peevish and cross, and just ready to cry ;
And mamma will be pleased that at least I
should try.

 
 

GOOD-NIGHT.

Good-night, my dear mother—dear mother,
good-night ;

You may take out the lamp, and shut the door
tight :

Your dear little Ellen will not be afraid,

Though left quite alone in her own quiet bed.

Afraid, my dear mother, afraid, when I know
God watches on high, while you watch below?
And though the thick darkness all round me is

spread,

I know that from him I can never be hid.

 
 

You say, my dear mother, whenever I pray,
Although he’s in heaven, he’ll hear what I say ;
And so, if I should have some foolish fears rise,
I’ll pray in my heart when I shut up my eyes.