The Posy Ring

little

every bird

names and all

lt their nes

id themselve

them whene'e

"Hiawatha'

sworth Lo

HA'S C

Swal

ay in their d

h like the da

Arabic, Afr

ringtime, the

y silk and surc

sset round each

rb they had cro

iling with

n Ar

allow'

ay her nest

th magic, l

de by a thous

beak was tr

n Ar

rds in

Spring, is the yea

thing, then Maids

ting, the prett

jug, pu-we,

May make coun

play, the Shephe

e birds tune t

jug, pu-we,

e sweet, the Dais

eet, old wives

these Tunes ou

jug, pu-we,

the swee

as N

Redb

ild's

good-bye

er's nea

n smiling

ezes in

hes now a

lows flo

here, in c

y breast-

Robin R

bin

inging

lling of

low, red,

come down

are Indi

hey'll tur

y pears a

set on t

, Autumn, A

oon be W

Robin R

bin

away! m

ing times

ide for t

stack for

ing night-w

all round

ty ways

es plumed

inter, dea

n poor R

Robin R

bin

b of bread

le heart

m Alli

k and t

ir Rook!" said

fades; it will

wings in the

hymn to the

aste to my

eadow-good-ni

or Lark," said

y toss and a

to my res

ep on the cold

place for a

bough of yon

my eyes at

taking you

ur fond rom

in the sun's

high to be s

myself: 'What

park with a

rop with the

day 'mid a

e noise in the

e forth on m

ndered-good-nig

more," said the

use to repen

ur nest in t

lumber more s

noise in the

the sweeter

kn

Snow

ight trills t

, in the r

ark sings in

wbird sings

m

cka

rd sings i

tin trills i

in the g

flutes the

wbird sings

m

cka

rd sings i

he gray wing

the sparro

ips the wing

bird's wing

m

cka

rd sings i

igh heart of

art of the

the lark in

bird's heart

arest

ee! Chi

little hear

h Butte

e the Bi

to-whit!

u liste

four egg

nice nes

aid the co

hing I'd

ou a wis

take your

id the cow

ing I'd n

to-whit!

u liste

four egg

nice nes

link! Bo

t do yo

le a ne

plum-tree

aid the do

be so mea

rs the nes

est I did

id the dog

so mean,

to-whit!

u liste

four egg

nice nes

link! Bo

t do yo

le a ne

plum-tree

Coo-coo!

peak a w

e that p

le yellow

id the shee

treat a p

ol the ne

st was non

said the sh

treat a poo

to-whit!

u liste

four egg

nice nes

link! Bo

t do yo

le a ne

plum-tree

Coo-coo!

peak a w

e that p

le yellow

!" cried

ld like

hief t

s nest,

luck!" sa

ask m

aven't

o such

ave her

ove them

orn to

and her

uck!" sai

ask me

hirr! Chir

birds ma

ind out

cry 'For

not rob

ttle Ma

k I nev

hing so

ery crue

ttle Al

der if

he bird w

oy hung do

nd hid beh

ole that

little yel

lt so ful

like to te

Maria

a Child'

he birds say? The

thrush say, "I l

y're silent, the

n't know, but it

nd blossoms, and s

loving, all co

so brimful of g

s below him, th

nd he sings, and

ve, and my Lo

aylor Co

al of th

garden dead i

et should die

mrades, in p

inner-bell,

ndly, up in

d goldfish are

kitten march a

il like a plu

bly-next to

banner, and

ply-think of

ave, and the d

tly-white wo

eathers-the fir

dow kind friends

grave with what

t singer! dead

summer, though

mrades, in p

nner-bell, mo

Horati

Titm

ed a tiny v

lite, a ch

adeedee!

heart and m

id, "Good-d

noon, old

et you in t

ary brings

though he

is hospita

passed his

honors of

eathered lo

th soft wing

bough, then,

mall impress

of his gym

d, clinging

. .

is atom in

fiance at

of valor, j

rth wind in w

. .

Waldo

in S

the life of a

out in each

trees so br

and beautiful

chambers, li

sun, and st

nto the bri

some winds as

their nests in

f delight the

g and old th

the green wor

he top of thi

nother, they

me up!" they

ost twigs in th

e up, for the

leaves dance in

s below give

come to the b

he life of the

ove in a

ugh the air w

the green, brig

the life of a

out on the

billows like

away to its cl

must be to s

e wing, through

young sun, f

e a shaft, the

the bowers of

the thunder

he wings for a

cloud-winds,-oh

I give, like

h the arch of t

the water-dr

and yellow

the life of a

listeth, t

a joyful f

n 'mong the

about, with it

low, and amo

ither, with s

ing mirth of

st be, like a

ut 'mid the fl

soar and to

the blossoming

furze, like f

n some fair

tops, on the

stems of th

the life of a

How

on a Robi

here; for he

winds are hu

wakes from

is tiny bon

lone or lea

d wing and

ss, homeless

orld where bi

cat glides o

oy's giant

d joy, and s

ir little s

el R

Blue

that the blueb

le-tree where

llow! the skies

e while his hea

usic leaps out

ere ever so

nd you'll hear w

e-tree, swingi

lossoms, down

weary of win

sing you a mes

ing and sprin

snowdrop, I

crocus, come,

violets hid f

antles of pur

ffodils! say,

ng, and spring

y Hunting

o

and the swe

ought it died

t grieve for? I

hread of my own

ed feet! why s

u leave me, s

lone in the

ng! would you n

oft and gave

weetly, as in

n K

Little B

little b

st at pee

," says lit

let me

est a lit

ttle wings

sts a lit

he fli

s little

ed at pe

like litt

ise and f

ep a litt

ttle limbs

eps a litt

o, shall

Lord T

e

n home and l

cold upon

r-off stre

rring sail

rring sail

warming hi

wl in the b

ilkmaids cli

smells the

hath sung ben

hrice his

hrice his

warming hi

wl in the b

Lord T

d G

, the sun shines, t

is flecked with f

ing fields the chil

in chorus, "It is s

flower laughs where

hill-top hoarsel

river the alder

sparrow cries, "Spr

mor goes winging

isten to the soun

roken bells,-kli

ild geese cry, "Sp

off with you, O

cold away, far

the north, O stron

in's rapture, crying "

a Th

nti

feel the d

e red coc

s dawn!" How

l call come

t is slowl

ow gathers f

e red coc

ody els

winter mo

and fast '

e world is

e red coc

frosty pa

re piled so

the wind

see has sh

e red coc

voice comes th

e in my ne

sky were

ittle chi

he red coc

s dark. I

ngs out so b

dness ov

a Th

Si

! swee

you all your

re those to w

d their young fr

oar o

r in t

d! dea

clouds I l

bells of H

usic, though my

rth I

me soar

larence

Blue

up in the

roat with such

happen to

bit of the lak

ue violets in

pray you,-t

your wings i

began to pa

e with the w

tched from a b

gold breast of

r one blue

up in the

your saucy

word for my

r a moment you

I tell you w

st bit of

he fairies mad

hese mossy f

es and vi

of the spring's

shion a flow

her than all

their wits t

t blossom so

side it see

said, "We will

blossoms gr

retty one

Hartle

of Li

nging on br

nest of his

ountain-si

ncoln is tel

ink, bob

spank

fe is this

ng the sum

chee

incoln is g

ight, black

shoulders and

ll, in his

ink, bob

spank

nice new c

as never a b

chee

Lincoln's

iet, with pla

home a pa

grass while he

ink, bob

spank

reature; you

robbers whil

chee

shy as a

hirp is he

prince of br

ts from his

ink, bob

spank

s I afra

wardly knave

chee

eggs on a

purple, a p

e mother si

nging with a

ink, bob

spank

fe, that nev

se while I

chee

ittle ones ch

uths are op

incoln best

eds for the

ink, bob

spank

life is l

ay young fel

chee

incoln at l

ork, and sil

holiday g

tten that

ink, bob

spank

ws but my

st and our n

chee

; the childr

olic no mo

ncoln's a hu

, and we sin

ink, bob

spank

pipe that mer

incoln, com

chee

Cullen

Butt

butterflies

wings for th

ings that we

l

ght as a la

ft as a lon

aven where e

l

Charles S

and th

cricket, acc

sunny months of ga

in, when he fou

as empty and w

rumb to

ow-covere

ower cou

eaf on

ecome," says the

rvation and fa

h wet and all tr

off to a m

keep him alive

lter fr

hful o

d only t

ay it to

die of starvat

cricket, "I'm your

er borrow, we a

ar sir, did you

was warm?" Said t

t was s

ang day

ature loo

g, sir,

he ant, "and dan

he hastily li

or turned the poo

a fable, the

ut work, you must

kn