The Beautiful Land of Nod

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Morrill, Higgins & Company, 1892 - Children's literature - 141 pages
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Page 8 - Just a little every day ; That's the way Seeds in darkness swell and grow ; Tiny blades push through the snow. Never any flower of May Leaps to blossom in a burst. Slowly — slowly — at the first ; That's the way ! Just a little every day.
Page 6 - Flows o'er a bedway of silver sand ; And angels are keeping watch o'er the sleeping Babes of Babyland. The path to the Valley of Babyland Only the kingly, kind storks know ; If they fly over mountains, or wade through fountains, No man sees them come or go. But an angel maybe, who guards some baby, Or a fairy perhaps, with her magic wand, Brings them straightway to the wonderful gateway That leads to...
Page 2 - ... is real, But everything only seems. Just drop down the curtains of your dear eyes Those eyes like a bright bluebell, And we will sail out under starlit skies, To the land where the fairies dwell. Down the river of sleep our barque shall sweep, Till it reaches that mystical Isle Which no man hath seen, but where all have been, And there we will pause awhile. I will croon you a song as we float along To that shore that is blessed of God, Then, ho! for that fair land, we're off for that rare land,...
Page 8 - That's the way, Just a little every day. Just a little every day — That's the way. Children learn to read and write Bit by bit and mite by mite; Never any one, I say, Leaps to knowledge and its power; Slowly, slowly, hour by hour, That's the way, Just a little every day.
Page 1 - Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, Your head like the golden-rod, And we will go sailing away from here To the beautiful Land of Nod. Away from life's hurry and flurry and worry, Away from earth's shadows and gloom, To a world of fair weather we'll float off together, Where roses are always in bloom.
Page 93 - ... found the people dull, and longed to get away To search for that mysterious land where he should like to stay. He wandered over all the world, his hair grew white as snow; He reached that final bourne at last, where all of us must go, But never found the land he sought. The reason would you know? The reason was that, north or south, where'er his steps were bent, On land or sea, in court or hall, he found but discontent, For he took his disposition with him everywhere he went. In nine times out...
Page 8 - Just a little every day ; That's the way Children learn to read and write, Bit by bit and mite by mite. Never any one, I say, Leaps to knowledge and its power. Slowly — slowly — hour by hour ; That's the way ! Just a little every day.
Page 90 - Do you long to dwell where you never need wait, where no one is punished or made to cry? Where a supper of cakes is not followed by aches, and little folks thrive on a diet of pie? Then ho ! hey ! you must go, I say, to the wonderful land of Nowhere. You must drift down the river of Idle Dreams, close to the border of No-man's Land; For a year and a day you must sail away, and then you will come to an unknown strand. And ho ! hey ! If you get there — stay in the wonderful land of...
Page 90 - NOWHERE. [A song .or boys and girls who are always discontented.} Do you know where the summer blooms all the year round, Where there never is rain on a picnic day, Where the thornless rose in its beauty grows, And the little boys never are called from play? Oh ! hey ! it is far away, In the wonderful land of Nowhere. Would you like to live where nobody scolds, Where you never are told:
Page 2 - Tis the country ideal, where nothing is real, But everything only seems. Just drop down the curtains of your dear eyes, Those eyes like a bright blue-bell, And we will sail out under starlit skies, To the land where the fairies dwell. Down the river of sleep, our barque shall sweep, Till it reaches that mystical Isle Which no man hath seen, but where all have been, And there we will pause awhile. I will croon you a song as we float along, To that shore that is blessed of God. Then ho ! for that fair...

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