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Page 88 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger.
Page 15 - The Swing How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do!
Page 115 - Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, All dyed with rainbow light, All fashioned with supremest grace Upspringing day and night : — Springing in valleys green and low. And on the mountains high, And in the silent wilderness Where no man passes...
Page 14 - Little drops of water, Little grains of sand Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land.
Page 39 - Mary had a little lamb ; Its fleece was white as snow; And everywhere that Mary went The lamb was sure to go.
Page 90 - THANKSGIVING DAY OVER the river and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh Through the white and drifted snow. Over the river and through the wood, Oh, how the wind does blow! It stings the toes And bites the nose, As over the ground we go. Over the river and through the wood, To have a first-rate play; Here the bells ring, " Ting-a-ling-ding !
Page 49 - HOW doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...
Page 40 - And so the teacher turned him out, But still he lingered near, And waited patiently about Till Mary did appear; And then he ran to her, and laid His head upon her arm, As if he said, "I'm not afraid — You'll keep me from all harm." "What makes the lamb love Mary so?" The eager children cry. "Oh, Mary loves the lamb, you know...