LITTLE ONES AT HOME. 193

 

THE MOON.

Who am I that shine so bright,
With my pretty yellow light
Peeping through your curtains gray?
Tell me, little girl, I pray.

When the sun is gone, I rise

In the clear and silent skies ;

And a cloud or two doth skim
Round about my silver rim.

All the little stars do seem
Hidden by my brighter beam ;
And among them I do ride,
Like a queen zn os her pride.

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