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 ...

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&...

Illustrated rhyme from St. Nicholas Book anthologies.  "Angelina Titherington Was not at all too smart. She bought some chees...

Putting the toys back in the cupboard. Toys At Night by Fred E. Weatherly Good-night, dear Dolly, do not fear, For good old D...

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 ...

Rigmarole. There is a land where bunnies dance While foxes play the flute, Where puppy-dogs in polkas prance, And bear-cubs ...

The Rain Regiment by Mathilda Schirmer Across the city's many roofs Comes a sound of heavy hoofs... The Regiment of Rain ...

Pillow-Time! Pillow-time! Friendly, bright stars Gleaming out In the dark sky, Above quiet trees A jolly moon For Comp...

Autumn by Albert Laighton. The world puts on its robes of glory now; The very flowers are tinged with deeper dyes; The waves...

THE COUNTRY ROUND THE COUNTRY FAITH Here in the country's heart, Where the grass is green, Life is the same sweet life A...

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...

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...

SINGING Of speckled eggs the birdie sings And nests among the trees; The sailor sings of ropes and things In ships upon the se...

THE CRADLE THAT  WALKED ON TWO FEET The Japanese sister jumps rope all the day, And skips 'round the yard in her Japa- n...

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 ...

"Down the path and up the lane, And through the neighbor's gate, Oh people going out to dine Should never start too lat...

Sing, sing! what shall we sing? The cat's run away with the pudding-bag string...

"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... Sunday, sixpence in the plate; Monday, makes the scholars late; Tuesday, work is well begun; Wednesday, ...

The Popular Poplar Tree. by Blanche Willis Howard.  When the great wind sets things whirling  And rattles the window-panes, ...