Oh who'll give us Posies, And Garlands of Roses, To twine round our heads so gay? For here we come bringing You many good wishes to-day. From market—from market—from market— We all come up from market.

LITTLE PHILLIS

I am a very little girl, I think that I've turned two; And if you'd like to know my name I'd like to tell it you. They always call me Baby, But Phillis is my name. No—no one ever gave it me, I think it only came. I've got a pretty tulip In my little flower-bed; If you would like I'll give it you— It's yellow, striped with red. I've got a little kitten, but I can't give that away, She likes to play with me so much; She's gone to sleep to-day. And I've got a nice new dolly, Shall I fetch her out to you? She's got such pretty shoes on, And her bonnet's trimmed with blue. You'd like to take her home with you? Oh, no, she mustn't go; Good-bye—I want to run now, You walk along so slow.

THE FOUR PRINCESSES

Four Princesses lived in a Green Tower— A Bright Green Tower in the middle of the sea; And no one could think—oh, no one could think— Who the Four Princesses could be. One looked to the North, and one to the South, And one to the East, and one to the West; They were all so pretty, so very pretty, You could not tell which was the prettiest. Their curls were golden—their eyes were blue, And their voices were sweet as a silvery bell; And four white birds around them flew, But where they came from—who could tell? Oh, who could tell? for no one knew, And not a word could you hear them say. But the sound of their singing, like church bells ringing, Would sweetly float as they passed away. For under the sun, and under the stars, They often sailed on the distant sea; Then in their Green Tower and Roses bower They lived again—a mystery.

WHEN YOU AND I GROW UP

When you and I Grow up—Polly— I mean that you and me, Shall go sailing in a big ship Right over all the sea. We'll wait till we are older, For if we went to-day, You know that we might lose ourselves, And never find the way.

IN AN APPLE TREE

In September, when the apples were red, To Belinda I said, "Would you like to go away To Heaven, or stay Here in this orchard full of trees All your life?" And she said, "If you please I'll stay here—where I know, And the flowers grow."

THE WEDDING BELLS

The Wedding Bells were ringing, And Monday was the day, And all the little ladies Were there so fresh and gay. And up—up—up the steps they went, The wedding fine to see; And the Roses were all for the Bride, So pretty—so pretty was she.

THE LITTLE LONDON GIRL

In my little Green House, quite content am I, When the hot sun pours down from the sky; For oh, I love the country—the beautiful country. Who'd live in a London street when there's the country? I live in a London street, then I long and long To be the whole day the sweet Flowers among Instead of tall chimney-pots up in the sky, The joy of seeing Birds and Dragon Flies go by. At home I lie in bed, and cannot go to sleep, For the sound of cart-wheels upon the hard street. But here my eyes close up to no sound of anything Except it is to hear the nightingales sing. And then I see the Chickens and the Geese go walking, I hear the Pigs and the Ducks all talking. And the Red and the Spotted Cows they stare at me, As if they wondered whoever I could be. I see the little Lambs out with their mothers— Such pretty little white young sisters and brothers. Oh, I'll stay in the country, and make a daisy chain, And never go back to London again.

TO BABY

Oh, what shall my blue eyes go see? Shall it be pretty Quack-Quack to-day? Or the Peacock upon the Yew Tree? Or the dear little white Lambs at play? Say Baby. For Baby is such a young Petsy, And Baby is such a sweet Dear. And Baby is growing quite old now— She's just getting on for a year.

WILLY AND HIS SISTER

Willy said to his sister, "Please may I go with you?" She said, "You must behave Very nicely if you do." "Please will you take me then To look at the mill?" "Yes," she said, "because you are So very good—I will." "The miller he is So very white and kind; And sprinkled all over With the flour they grind. "And the big heaps of corn That lie upon the floor; He will let me play with those I am quite sure. "I like to hear the wheel Make such a rushing sound, And see the pretty water Go round, and round, and round. "So take me to the mill, For then you shall see What a very, very good boy I really mean to be."

AT SCHOOL

Five little Girls, sitting on a form, Five little Girls, with lessons to learn, Five little Girls, who, I'm afraid, Won't know them a bit when they have to be said. For little eyes are given to look Anywhere else than on their book; And little thoughts are given to stray Anywhere—ever so far away.

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