Gathering raindrops out of the air, For the poor flowers, dying down there. When will you scatter some of the showers, Where the Lord sends me, always I roam, IV. THE BABES IN THE WOODS. AUTHOR NOT KNOWN. My dear, do you know that a long time ago, And left in the woods, as I've heard people say? When it was night, so sad was their plight; The sun, it went down, and the moon gave no light; They sobbed and they sighed, and they bitterly cried; And the poor little things lay down and died. When they were dead, the robins so red Brought strawberry leaves and over them spread, "Poor babes in the woods! Poor babes in the woods! V. THROW AWAY TROUBLE. AUTHOR NOT KNOWN. THERE'S many a trouble Would break like a bubble, And into the waters of Lethe depart; Did we not rehearse it, And tenderly nurse it, And give it a permanent place in the heart. There's many a sorrow Would vanish to-morrow, Were we but willing to furnish the wings. So sadly intruding, And quietly brooding, It hatches all sorts of terrible things. VI. OBEDIENCE. PHOEBE CARY. If you're told to do a thing, Never let it be by halves; Do it fully, freely! WHO taught you to sing, My sweet pretty bird? Who tuned your melodious throat? You bring the first news of the earliest spring "It was God," said the lark, As he rose from the earth; "He gives us the good we enjoy, He painted our wings, he gave us our voice, 5 VIII. TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR. AUTHOR NOT KNOWN. TWINKLE, twinkle, little star; When the blazing sun is gone, Then the traveller in the dark In the dark blue sky you keep, As your bright but tiny spark |