WEE WILLIE

“And what do you mean, I pray, wee sir,

That the whole of the town you wake and stir
At ten o’clock of the night ?

That the babies, and birds and lambs, and all,

From their cradles into the street you call, &
And give folks such a fright ?

“And you’ve waked the Prince,” halloed the King,
“And now will I, by my signet-ring ” —
Wee Willie, he screamed aloud, #
And lo! in his crib he was lying alone,
And in at his window the moon she shone
Through a silver and amber cloud,

WINKIE,

cor owho, Willie Winkie ; and hey, Willie Winkie!
And What is the matter, my dear ?

And weep not, my rose and my lily and dove,
For thy mother is with thee here! ”

Wee Willie Winkie sat up in bed,
Soberly shaking his curly head,

_ With a sob in his pretty throat:
“I went to sleep the last,” said he,
“And the worst of the dreams has come to me

In any poppy-boat!

“ But after this, I’ll be first of afl
I'll go to bed when the shadows fall,
And the stars begin to peep!
Then the loveliest dream in the poppy fleet
That will fill the room like a rose with sweet;
I will get for my own to keep!”

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