Indeed I cannot tell, THE NEW MOON. DEAR mother, how pretty She was never so cunning before; Are so sharp and so bright, With you and my friends, I'd rock in it nicely, you'd see ; And hold by both ends, Oh, what a bright cradle 'twould be! I would call to the stars To keep out of the way, Lest we should rock over their toes; And there I would rock Till the dawn of the day, And see where the pretty moon goes. And there we would stay In the beautiful skies, And through the bright clouds we would roam; We would see the sun set, And see the sun rise, And on the next rainbow come home. WHICH WAY DOES THE WIND BLOW? WHICH way does the wind blow, He rides over water, He rides over snow; O'er wood and o'er valley, And o'er rocky height, Which the goat cannot traverse, SEE the kitten on the wall, Sporting with the leaves.that fall, With red leaves, one, two, and three, Falling from the elder-tree, Through the calm and frosty air Of the morning bright and fair. See the kitten, how she starts, Crouches, stretches, paws, and darts; With a tiger-leap half way Now she meets her coming prey, Lets it go as fast, and then Has it in her power again. Now she works with three and four, Like an Indian conjuror; Quick as he in feats of art, BUTTERFLIES ARE PRETTY THINGS. BUTTERFLIES are pretty things, See the colours on his wings,- Softly, softly, girls and boys; He'll come near us by-and-by; Here he is, don't make a noise,— We'll not hurt you, butterfly. Not to hurt a living thing, THE DAISY. THE daisy is the meekest flower And when they're pass'd away, again As cheerfully it springs, As if a playful butterfly Had bent it with his wings. The daisy is a hardy plant, And in the winter time We find it in the shelter'd nooks, In spring it dots the green with white, |