Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Sou… The evening shades are falling,— Hush thee, my dear, dost thou not… The voice of the Master calling? Deep lies the snow upon the earth,

So, so, rock-a-by so! Off to the garden where dreamikins… And here is a kiss on your winkybl… And here is a kiss on your dimpled… And here is a kiss for the treasur…

I say, as one who never feared The wrath of a subscriber’s bullet… I pity him who has a beard But has no little girl to pull it! When wife and I have finished tea…

This talk about the journalists th… We’ve got a Western editor that’s… He lives here in Mizzoora where t… In ante-bellum notions that they v… But the paper he is running makes…

Star of the East, that long ago Brought wise men on their way Where, angels singing to and fro, The Child of Bethlehem lay— Above that Syrian hill afar

Come, Phyllis, I’ve a cask of win… That fairly reeks with precious ju… And in your tresses you shall twin… The loveliest flowers this vale pr… My cottage wears a gracious smile,…

Father calls me William, sister c… Mother calls me Willie, but the f… Mighty glad I ain’t a girl - ruth… Without them sashes, curls, an’ th… Love to chawnk green apples an’ go…

If our own life is the life of a f… (And that’s what some sages are th… We should moisten the bud with a h… And 'twill bloom all the sweeter— Yes, life’s the completer

Fair is the castle up on the hill— Hushaby, sweet my own! The night is fair, and the waves a… And the wind is singing to you and… In this lowly home beside the sea—

The image of the moon at night All trembling in the ocean lies, But she, with calm and steadfast l… Moves proudly through the radiant… How like the tranquil moon thou ar…

I’m weary of this weather and I h… Which people read of in the psalms… The grassy fields, the leafy woods… And listen to the music of the bro… Or, by the pond out yonder, hear t…

(FROM THE GERMAN OF M… O heart of mine! lift up thine eye… And see who in yon manger lies! Of perfect form, of face divine— It is the Christ-child, heart of…

I was just a little thing When a fairy came and kissed me; Floating in upon the light Of a haunted summer night, Lo, the fairies came to sing

I looked in the brook and saw a fa… Heigh-ho, but a child was I! There were rushes and willows in t… And they clutched at the brook as… And the brook it ran its own sweet…

I once knew all the birds that cam… And nested in our orchard trees; For every flower I had a name— My friends were woodchucks, toads,… I knew where thrived in yonder gle…