FOR CHILDREN. 205

THE REVEILLE:!

Up! quit thy bower, late wears the hour,
Long have the rooks cawed round the tower ;
O’er flower and tree loud hums the bee,

And the wild kid sports merrily :—

The sun is bright, the skies are clear ;
Wake, lady ! wake, and hasten here.

Up! maiden fair, and bind thy hair,

And rouse thee in the breezy air;

The lulling stream that soothed thy dream
Is dancing in the sunny beam,

Waste not these hours, so fresh, so gay,
Leave thy soft couch and haste away.

Up! time will tell, the morning bell
Its service-sound* has chimed well ;
The aged crone® keeps house alone,
The reapers to the fields are gone.
Lose not these hours, so cool, so gay,
Lo! while thou sleep’st they haste away.
Miss Baillie.

GOOD NIGHT!

Tue sun is down, the day gone by,
The stars are twinkling in the sky ;

1 Reveillé—the notice that it is time to rise; properly
used as a military term.
‘Service-sound—sound for matins, or morning prayers.
3 Crone—an old woman,

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