My little girl is nested
  Within her tiny bed,
With amber ringlets crested
  Around her dainty head;
She lies so calm and stilly,
  She breathes so soft and low,
She calls to mind a lily
  Half-hidden in the snow.

A weary little...

Goldenhair climbed up on grandpapa’s knee;
Dear little Goldenhair! tired was she,
All the day busy as busy could be.

Up in the morning as soon as ’t was light,
Out with the birds and butterflies bright,
Skipping about till the coming of night.

...

From “Sea Dreams”
WHAT does little birdie say
In her nest at peep of day?
Let me fly, says little birdie,
Mother, let me fly away.
Birdie, rest a little longer,
Till the little wings are stronger.
So she rests a little longer,
Then...

(a Cat’s Tale, with Additions)
THREE little kittens lost their mittens;
    And they began to cry,
        O mother dear,
        We very much fear
    That we have lost our mittens.

    Lost your mittens!
    You naughty kittens!...

How doth the little busy bee
  Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
  From every opening flower.

How skilfully she builds her cell;
  How neat she spreads her wax,
And labors hard to store it well
  With the sweet food...

Poet: Isaac Watts

For Night and Morning
THOU that once, on mother’s knee,
Wast a little one like me,
When I wake or go to bed
Lay thy hands about my head:
Let me feel thee very near,
Jesus Christ, our Saviour dear.

Be beside me in the light,
Close...

Piped the Blackbird, on the beechwood spray,
“Pretty maid, slow wandering this way,
    What ’s your name?” quoth he,—
“What ’s your name? O, stop and straight unfold,
Pretty maid with showery curls of gold.”—
    “Little Bell,” said she.

Little...

I Passed by a garden, a little Dutch garden,
  Where useful and pretty things grew,—
Heart’s-ease and tomatoes, and pinks and potatoes,
  And lilies and onions and rue.

I saw in that garden, that little Dutch garden,
  A chubby Dutch man with a spade,...

Little Orphant Annie ’s come to our house to stay,
An’ wash the cups and saucers up, an’ brush the crumbs away,
An’ shoo the chickens off the porch, an’ dust the hearth, an’ sweep,
An’ make the fire, an’ bake the bread, an’ earn her board-an’-keep;
An’ all us...

There was a little girl,
And she had a little curl
  Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good
She was very, very good,
  And when she was bad she was horrid.

One day she went upstairs,
When her parents, unawares,
  ...