XXVIII

FOREIGN CHILDREN

ITTLE Indian, Sioux or Crow,
Little frosty Eskimo,

Little Turk or Japanee,

O! don't you wish that you were me?

You have seen the scarlet trees

And the lions over seas;

You have eaten ostrich eggs,

And turned the turtles off their legs.

Such a life is very fine,

But it's not so nice as mine:
You must often, as you trod,
Have wearied not to be abroad.

You have curious things to eat,
I am fed on proper meat;
You must dwell beyond the foam,
But I am safe and live at home.
Little Indian, Sioux or Crow,

Little frosty Eskimo,

Little Turk or Japanee,

O! don't you wish that you were me?

HE sun is not a-bed,

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At night upon my pills me in when I embark;
Still round the earth his way sailor's
And morning after morning ma

dark.

While here at home, in shining daysay
We round the sunny garden play,
Each little Indian sleepy-head
Is being kissed and put to bed.

And when at eve I rise from tea,
Day dawns beyond the Atlantic Sea;
And all the children in the West
Are getting up and being dressed.

on shore;

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XXXII

THE MOO

HE moon has a fac

She shines on

d the sun has left the

w to see Leerie going by;

On streets and fielde and before you take your

And birdies asleith ladder he comes posting up the

The squalling

The howlin ould be a driver and Maria go to sea,
The bat topa's a banker and as rich as he can be ;
All love en I am stronger and can choose what I'm

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But alle, I'll go round at night and light the lamps
Cuddith you!

And

Ti we are very lucky, with a lamp before the door, id Leerie stops to light it as he lights so many

more;

And O! before you hurry by with ladder and with light,

O Leerie, see a little child and nod to him to-night!

!

At night, I go on board and say
Good-night to all my friends ning

I shut my eyes and sail away
And see and hear no more.

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And sometimes things to bed I take,
As prudent sailors have to do;
Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake,
Perhaps a toy or two.

All night across the dark we steer;
But when the day returns at last,
Safe in my room, beside the pier,
I find my vessel fast.

on shore;

ea,

XXXII

THE MOON

THE moon has a face like the clock in the hall;

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She shines on thieves on the garden wall,

On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.

The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,

All love to be out by the light of the moon.

But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.