'Twas evening, and the frozen streets Were cheerless to behold; And we were wrapt and coated well, We met an old bare-headed man, "Twas bitter keen, indeed, he said, We met a young bare-footed child, She said, her father was at home, I ask'd her why she loiter'd there, She turn'd her head, and bade the child She told us that her husband served, A soldier, far away; And therefore to her parish, she' I turn'd me to the rich man then, You ask'd me why the poor complain, A YOUNG GIRL TO HER LITTLE BROTHER. My pretty baby-brother Is six months old to-day; He crows for very joy; My brother's cheek is blooming, So delicate and red; And his hair is soft as silk, When he laughs, upon his face When in his pretty cradle A faithful watch to keep; That veil his sweet blue eye. Oh! my dear, dear baby brother, Our darling and our pet; The very sweetest plaything I ever have had yet. The pretty little creature, He grows so every day, That, when the summer comes, In the garden he will play. How cunning he will look, Among the grass and flowers! No blossom is so fair As this precious one of ours. Every night before I sleep, When I kneel to say my prayer, I ask my heavenly Father, Of my brother to take care, WALKING SONG. COME, my children, come away See the lambkins sport and play, Frisking in the shining sun; For it is a pleasant day. Bring the hoop and bring the ball, Come with happy faces all, Let us make a merry ring, Talk, and laugh, and dance, and sing Quickly, quickly come away, For it is a pleasant day. |