Fugitive Verses
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A NURSERY LESSON (DEVOTIONAL).
SAY, little child, who gives to thee | |
Thy life and limbs, so light and free? | |
Thy moving eyes to look around, | |
Thy ears to catch the softest sound? | |
Thy food and clothing, friends and home? | |
'Tis God from whom those blessings come; | |
And what shouldst thou do? canst thou guess? | |
To prove to Him thy thankfulness | |
For life and friends, for clothes and food?— | |
"Be good." |
And tell me, little-one, I pray, | |
Who gives thee pleasure in thy play? | |
Who makes the happy girl and boy | |
To run, and leap, and shout for joy, | |
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When looking on the clear blue sky; | |
The clouds, that float, the birds that fly; | |
Trees, flowers, and every pretty thing? | |
'Tis God from whom those blessings spring; | |
And in return what shouldst thou do? | |
"Be good, and love Him too." |
SECOND NURSERY LESSON (ADMONITORY).
FAT Tommy on the carpet lay, | |
And held with sprightly kit his play. | |
To her the twisted cord he flung, | |
At which with teeth and claws she sprung; | |
His worsted ball then past her roll'd, | |
Which soon within her clutching hold | |
She whirled, and checked, and tugged, and tore, | |
Then sent it rolling as before. | |
Tommy—his blue eyes glancing bright, | |
View'd all these antics with delight; | |
Then fondly stroked her tabby fur, | |
And smiled to see her wink and purr; | |
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And then her ears began to touch, | |
Which she endured, but liked not much; | |
Then did her hinder parts assail, | |
And pinch'd and pull'd her by the tail. | |
On this her sudden anger rose, | |
She turn'd and growl'd, and scratched his nose. | |
Then Tommy roared like any bull | |
And said—his eyes with tears brim full— | |
"Mamma, beat kit."—"And why?" quoth she. | |
"Beat naughty kit for scratching me, | |
And teach her not to scratch again." | |
"No child, such teaching were in vain. | |
She can feel pain, but lacks the wit | |
To learn a lesson; but we'll hit | |
Upon a plan more plain and easy. | |
Tommy has sense to learn, so, please ye, | |
Let him be taught this simple lore, | |
To pull his play-mate's tail no more." |
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Title: Fugitive Verses
By: Baillie, Joanna, 1762-1851, creator, British Women Romantic Poets Project
Date: 2001 (issued)
Contributing Institution: University of California, Davis. General Library. Digital Intitiatives Program.; http://digital.lib.ucdavis.edu/projects/bwrp
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By: Baillie, Joanna, 1762-1851, creator, British Women Romantic Poets Project
Date: 2001 (issued)
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