Thanksgiving by Anonymous

Thanksgiving

Praise God for wheat, so white and sweet,
Of which to make our bread!
Praise God for yellow corn, with which
His waiting world is fed!
Praise God for fish and flesh and fowl
He gave to men for food!
Praise God for every creature which
He made, and called it good!

Praise God for winter's store of ice!
Praise God for summer's heat!
Praise God for fruit trees, bearing seed;
"To you it is for meat!"
Praise God for all the bouncy
By which the world is fed!
Praise God ye children, all to whom
He gives your daily bread!

Halloween Cats

Halloween Cats

Black cats, of season
Halloween,
You are the queerest I
have seen.

In pose, you're somewhat
like a curtain,
But that you're casts, I'm
still quite certain.

Your figures, rather
Oriental,
Would stamp you purely
ornamental.

No rat or bird such cats
would shun,
From you no smallest mouse would run.

For this, I love you, gentle
creatures,
And much admire your pleasant features.

Two Illustrated Rhymes from The 1800's

Illustrated rhyme from St. Nicholas Book anthologies.

 "Angelina Titherington

Was not at all too smart.

She bought some cheese

and butter-beans

To make an Apple tart."

Illustrated rhyme from St. Nicholas Book anthologies.

"My little dog's 

quite clever,

When we go 

for a lark,

He's smarter then

than ever,

He'll bark and bark

and bark."

Toys At Night

Putting the toys back in the cupboard.

Toys At Night

by Fred E. Weatherly

Good-night, dear Dolly, do not fear,

For good old Dobbin's watching near,

And now and then he'll give a bray

And that will keep the ghosts away.

Good-night, dear Dobbin, stay awake

And watch o'er Dolly for my sake;

Don't let her fear - you understand,

But keep good watch in Cupboard Land.

Good-night, my dear old buther's shop,

Good-night, dear drum, and flag, and top;

When day returns we'll have such fun,

Good-night, good-night, to every one!

Choosing A Name

Name a doll of your very own!

Choosing A Name

by Charles Lamb

I have got a new-born sister;

I was nigh the first that kissed her.

When the nursing woman brought her

To papa, his infant daughter,

How papa's dear eyes did glisten!

She will shortly be to christen:

And papa has made the offer,

I shall have the naming of her.

Now I wonder what would please her,

Charlotte, Julia, or Louisa.

Ann and Mary, they're too common;

Joan's too formal for a woman;

Jane's a prettier name beside;

But we had a Jane that died.

They would say, if 'twas Rebecca,

That she was a little Quaker.

Edith's pretty, but that looks

Better in old English books;

Ellen's left off long ago;

Blanche is out of fashion

now.

None that I have named as yet

Are as good as Margaret.

Emily is neat and fine.

What do you think of Caroline?

How I am puzzled and perplexed

What to choose or think of next!

I am in a little fever.

Lest the name that I shall give her

Should disgrace her or defame her
I will leave papa to name her. 

Rigmarole

Rigmarole.

There is a land where bunnies dance

While foxes play the flute,

Where puppy-dogs in polkas prance,

And bear-cubs swiftly shoot

In sledges o'er the slipp'ry ice,

Which isn't safe, though very nice.

There on their hind-legs kittens walk,

And elephants steal jam,

There lions sit at tea and talk,

As gentle as a lamb,

There rats at school long copies write,

While bears are put to bed at night.

And if you don't believe it, look

At all the pages in my book!

The Rain Regiment

The Rain Regiment

by Mathilda Schirmer

Across the city's many roofs

Comes a sound of heavy hoofs...

The Regiment of Rain

That beats the windowpane;

That floods each country lane;

That tramples the farmers' grain;

That tangles the horse's mane;

That teases the weather vane,

And angers the raging main!

There are none who can refrain

From admiring the Regiment of Rain.

Pillow-Time!

Pillow-Time!

Pillow-time!

Friendly, bright stars

Gleaming out

In the dark sky,

Above quiet trees

A jolly moon

For Company;

And to lure one

Far into sleepy-land,

Thee beguiling

Pillow-time tales

About other children's

Dream adventures.

Why, pillow-time

Is the happiest time

Of all the day!

Autumn

Autumn

by Albert Laighton.

The world puts on its robes of glory now;

The very flowers are tinged with deeper

dyes;

The waves are bluer, and the angels pitch

Their shining tents along the sunset

skies.

The Country Round, The Country Faith

THE COUNTRY ROUND

THE COUNTRY FAITH

Here in the country's heart,

Where the grass is green,

Life is the same sweet life

As it e'er hath been.

Trust in God still lives,

And the bell at morn 

Floats with a thought of God

O'er the rising corn.

God comes down in the rain,

And the crop grows tall-

This is the country faith,

And the best of all!

The Cow

THE COW

The friendly cow all red and white,

I love with all my heart:

She gives me cream with all her might,

To eat with apple-tart.

She wanders lowing here and there.

And yet she cannot stray,

All in the pleasant open air,

The pleasant light of day;

And blown by all the winds that pass

And wet with all the showers,

She walk among the meadow grass

And eats the meadow flowers.

Jingle by G. G. Wiederseim

Jingle.

by G. G. Wiederseim.

Papa's a-riding away to town

To buy my mama a beautiful

gown

With laces and ruffles and rib-

bons of red,

And a dear little bonnet to put 

on her head.

Singing

SINGING

Of speckled eggs the birdie sings

And nests among the trees;

The sailor sings of ropes and things

In ships upon the seas.

The children in far Japan,

The children sing in Spain;

The organ with the organ man

Is singing in the rain.

The Cradle That Walked On Two Feet

THE CRADLE THAT 

WALKED ON TWO FEET

The Japanese sister jumps rope all the

day,

And skips 'round the yard in her Japa-

nese play.

While tied on her back is her brother,

dear me!

His head is as wobbly as wobbly can be!

Little Miss Crewe...

Little Miss Crewe

Has lost her shoe,

And can't tell where to find it.

Move out the chest,

And cease the quest,

For doggy 

and she

are 

behind it.

Down the path...

"Down the path and up the lane,

And through the neighbor's gate,

Oh people going out to dine

Should never start too late..."

The pudding-bag string...

Sing, sing! what shall we sing?

The cat's run away with the pudding-bag string...

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

"Cock-a-doodle-doo!

My Dame has lost her shoe,

Master broke his fiddling-stick

And don't know what to do."

Days of the week...

Days of the week...

Sunday, sixpence in the plate;

Monday, makes the scholars late;

Tuesday, work is well begun;

Wednesday, leaves the lazy one;

Thursday, full as full can be;

Friday, friends come in for tea;

Saturday, the kitchen clean;-

Sunday comes for rest between!

The Popular Poplar Tree.

The Popular Poplar Tree.

by Blanche Willis Howard. 

When the great wind sets things whirling 

And rattles the window-panes,

And blows the dust in giants

And dragons tossing their manes;

When the willows have waves like water,

And the children are shouting with glee;

When the pines are alive and the larches,

Then hurrah for you and me,

In the tip o' the top o' the top o' the tip of

the popular poplar tree!

Don't talk about Jack and the Beanstalk

He did not climb half so high!

And Alice in all her travels

Was never so near the sky!

Only the swallow, a-skimming

The storm-cloud over the lea,

Knows how it feels to be flying-

When the gust come strong and free-

In the tip o' the top o' the top o' the tip of

the popular poplar tree!