LITTLE ONES AT HOME.

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For you never shut your eye
Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveller in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

THE SNOWDROP.
Now the spring is coming on,
Now the snow and ice are gone,
Come, my little snowdrop-root,
Will you not begin to shoot?

Ah, I see your little head
Pecping from the flower-bed,
Looking out so green and gay,
On this fine and pleasant day.

For the mild south wind doth blow,
And hath melted all the snow ;

And the sun shines out so warm,
You need not fear another storm.

So your pretty flowers show,

And your petals white undo ;

Then you'll hang your modest head

Down upon my flower-bed.
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