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But the name of the secret is Love!

For I think it is Love,

For I feel it is Love,

For I'm sure it is nothing but Love!

Say, whose is the skill that paints valley and hill,
Like a picture so fair to the sight?

That flecks the green meadow with sunshine and
shadow,

Till the little lambs leap with delight? 'Tis a secret untold to hearts cruel and cold, Though 'tis sung, by the angels above,

In notes that ring clear for the ears that can hear

And the name of the secret is Love!

For I think it is Love,

For I feel it is Love,

For I'm sure it is nothing but Love!

LEWIS CARRoll.

Mother's Song

My heart is like a fountain true

That flows and flows with love to you.
As chirps the lark unto the tree

So chirps my pretty babe to me.

And it's O! sweet, sweet! and a lullaby.

There's not a rose where'er I seek,

As comely as my baby's cheek.

The Inglenook

The Inglenook

There's not a comb of honey-bee,
So full of sweets as babe to me.
And it's O! sweet, sweet! and a lullaby.

There's not a star that shines on high,
Is brighter than my baby's eye.
There's not a boat upon the sea,
Can dance as baby does to me.

And it's O! sweet, sweet! and a lullaby.

No silk was ever spun so fine

As is the hair of baby mine

My baby smells more sweet to me
Than smells in spring the elder tree.
And it's O! sweet, sweet! and a lullaby.

A little fish swims in the well,
So in my heart does baby dwell.
A little flower blows on the tree,
My baby is the flower to me.
And it's O! sweet, sweet! and a lullaby.

The Queen has sceptre, crown and ball,
You are my sceptre, crown and all.
For all her robes of royal silk,

More fair your skin, as white as milk.
And it's O! sweet, sweet! and a lullaby.

Ten thousand parks where deer run,
Ten thousand roses in the sun,

Ten thousand pearls beneath the sea,
My baby more precious is to me.
And it's O! sweet, sweet! and a lullaby.
WEST OF ENGLAND LULLABY.

The Inglenook

The Bonniest Bairn in a' the Warl'

The bonniest bairn in a' the warl'
Has skin like the drifted snaw,
An' rosy wee cheeks sae saft an' sleek-
There never was ither sic twa;

Its een are just bonnie wee wander'd stars,
Its leggies are plump like a farl,

An' ilk ane maun see't, an' a' maun declare't
The cleverest bairn,

The daintiest bairn,

The rosiest, cosiest, cantiest bairn,

The dearest, queerest,

Rarest, fairest,

Bonniest bairn in a' the warl'.

The bonniest bairn in a' the warl'
Ye ken whaur the ferlie lives?

It's doon in yon howe, it's owre yon knowe-
In the laps o' a thousand wives;

It's up an' ayont in yon castle brent,

The heir o' the belted earl;

The

Inglenook

It's sookin its thoomb in yon gipsy tent

The cleverest bairn,

The daintiest bairn,

The rosiest, cosiest, cantiest bairn,
The dearest, queerest,

Rarest, fairest,

Bonniest bairn in a' the warl'.

ROBERT FORD.

Cuddle Doon

The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht,
Wi' muckle faucht an' din;
Oh, try an' sleep, ye waukrife rogues,
Your father's comin' in.

They never heed a word I speak;
I try to gi'e a froon,

But aye I hap them up, an' cry,

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"O, bairnies, cuddle doon."

Wee Jamie wi' the curly heid-
He aye sleeps neist the wa',
Bangs up an' cries, "I want a piece ";
The rascal starts them a'.

I rin an' fetch them pieces, drinks,
They stop awee the soun';

Then draw the blankets up and cry,
"Noo, weanies, cuddle doon."

But ere five minutes gang, wee Rab

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Cries oot frae 'neath the claes,

Mither, mak' Tam gie ower at ance-
He's kittlin' wi' his taes."

The mischief's in that Tam for tricks,

He'd bother half the toon:

But aye I hap them up an' cry, "O, bairnies, cuddle doon."

At length they hear their father's fit,
An', as he steeks the door,
They turn their faces to the wa',
While Tam pretends to snore.

"Hae a' the weans been gude?" he asks,
As he pits off his shoon;

"The bairnies, John, are in their beds,

An' lang since uddled doon."

An' just afore we bed oorsel's,

We look at oor wee lambs;

Tam has his airm roun' wee Rab's neck,
An' Rab his airm roun' Tam's.

I lift wee Jamie up the bed,
An', as I straik each croon,
I whisper, till my heart fills up,
"O, bairnies, cuddle doon."

The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht,
Wi' mirth that's dear to me;

The Inglenook

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