Under my window, under my window, And off through the orchard closes; While Maud she flouts, and Bell she pouts, They scamper and drop their posies; But dear little Kate takes naught amiss, And leaps in my arms with a loving kiss, And I give her all my roses. 66 Pretty maid, slow wandering this way, What's your name?" quoth he "What's your name? Oh stop and straight unfold, Pretty maid with showery curls of gold," "Little Bell," said she. Little Bell sat down beneath the rocks Tossed aside her gleaming golden locks "Bonny bird," quoth she, "Sing me your best song before I go," "Here's the very finest song I know, Little Bell," said he. And the blackbird piped; you never heard Full of quips and wiles, Now so round and rich, now soft and slow, All for love of that sweet face below, Dimpled o'er with smiles. And the while the bonny bird did pour His full heart out freely o'er and o'er 'Neath the morning skies, In the childish heart below All the sweetness seemed to grow and grow, From the blue, bright eyes. Down the dell she tripped and through the glade, Peeped the squirrel from the hazel shade, And from out the tree Swung, and leaped, and frolicked, void of fear, While bold blackbird piped that all might hear"Little Bell," piped he. Little Bell sat down amid the fern — Bring me nuts," quoth she. Golden wood-lights glancing in his eyes- Great ripe nuts, kissed brown by July sun, In the little lap, dropped one by one 66 Little Bell looked up and down the glade"Squirrel, squirrel, if you're not afraid, Come and share with me!” Down came squirrel eager for his fare— Down came bonny blackbird, I declare; And the while these frolic playmates twain Piped and frisked from bough to bough again, 'Neath the morning skies, In the little childish heart below All the sweetness seemed to grow and grow, From her blue, bright eyes. By her snow-white cot at close of day, Very calm and clear Rose the praying voice to where, unseen, Paused awhile to hear "What good child is this," the angel said, "That with happy heart, beside her bed Prays so lovingly?" Low and soft, ah! very low and soft, Crooned the blackbird in the orchard loft "Bell, dear Bell!" crooned he. "Whom God's creatures love," the angel fair Murmured, "God doth bless with angels' care; Child, thy bed shall be Folded safe from harm- Love, deep and kind, Shall watch around and leave good gifts behind. Little Bell, for thee!" CRADLE SONG From the German ELIZABETH PRENTISS LEEP, baby, sleep! Thy father's watching the sheep, Thy mother's shaking the dreamland tree, And down drops a little dream for thee. Sleep, baby, sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep! The large stars are the sheep, The little stars are the lambs, I guess, Sleep, baby, sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep! And cry not like a sheep, Else the sheep-dog will bark and whine, And bite this naughty child of mine. Sleep, baby, sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep! Thy Saviour loves His sheep; He is the Lamb of God on high Who for our sakes came down to die. |