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• “Let dogs delight to bark and bite”

  Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
  For God hath made them so;
  Let bears and lions growl and fight, …

  Isaac Watts

• The Children’s Church

  From the German by James Freeman Clarke
  THE BELLS of the churches are ringing,—
  Papa and mamma have both gone,— …

  Karl von Gerock

• Child’s Evening Hymn

  Now the day is over,
  Night is drawing nigh,
  Shadows of the evening …

  Sabine Baring-Gould

• “It is finished”

  Dear Lord, let me recount to Thee
  Some of the great things thou hast done
  For me, even me …

  Christina Georgina Rossetti

• A Little Child’s Hymn

  For Night and Morning
  THOU that once, on mother’s knee,
  Wast a little one like me, …

  Francis Turner Palgrave

• “By cool Siloam’s shady rill”

  By cool Siloam’s shady rill
  How sweet the lily grows!
  How sweet the breath beneath the hill …

  Reginald Heber

• The Romance of the Swan’s Nest

  LITTLE Ellie sits alone
  Mid the beeches of a meadow,
  By a stream-side on the grass, …

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

• A Good Play

  We built a ship upon the stairs
  All made of the back-bedroom chairs,
  And filled it full of sofa pillows …

  Robert Louis Stevenson

• The Dead Doll

  You needn’t be trying to comfort me—I tell you my dolly is dead!
  There ’s no use in saying she isn’t, with a crack like that in her head.
  It ’s just like you said it wouldn’t hurt much to have my tooth out, that day; …

  Margaret Thomson Janvier

• Foreign Children

  Little Indian, Sioux or Crow,
  Little frosty Eskimo,
  Little Turk or Japanee, …

  Robert Louis Stevenson

• The Unseen Playmate

  When children are playing alone on the green,
  In comes the playmate that never was seen.
  When children are happy and lonely and good, …

  Robert Louis Stevenson

• The Dancers

  From Machaon and the Faun
  I DANCE and dance! Another faun,
  A black one, dances on the lawn. …

  Michael Field

• My Shadow

  I Have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
  And what can be the use of him is more than I can see,
  He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; …

  Robert Louis Stevenson

• Little Bell

  Piped the Blackbird, on the beechwood spray,
  “Pretty maid, slow wandering this way,
  What ’s your name?” quoth he,— …

  Thomas Westwood

• Wings

  The Sunset light is on the sail,
  The water all aglow,
  And on the billows up and down …

  Mary Louise Ritter

• Foreign Lands

  Up into the cherry tree
  Who should climb but little me?
  I held the trunk with both my hands …

  Robert Louis Stevenson

• Under My Window

  Under my window, under my window,
  All in the Midsummer weather,
  Three little girls with fluttering curls …

  Thomas Westwood

• The Land of Story-books

  At evening when the lamp is lit,
  Around the fire my parents sit;
  They sit at home and talk and sing, …

  Robert Louis Stevenson

• Fairy Days

  Beside the old hall-fire—upon my nurse’s knee,
  Of happy fairy days—what tales were told to me!
  I thought the world was once—all peopled with princesses, …

  William Makepeace Thackeray

• The Wind in a Frolic

  The Wind one morning sprang up from sleep,
  Saying, “Now for a frolic! now for a leap!
  Now for a mad-cap galloping chase! …

  William Howitt

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