In My Nursery

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CONTENTS.

IN MY NURSERY.

THE BABY'S FUTURE.

BABY'S HAND.

THE FIRST TOOTH.

JOHNNY'S BY-LOW SONG.

BABY'S VALENTINE.

THE RAIN.

The Ballad Of The Fairy Spoon.

SONG OF THE LITTLE WINDS.

GOOD-NIGHT SONG.

ANOTHER "GOOD-NIGHT."

"A Bee Came Tumbling"

JINGLE.

LITTLE OLD BABY.

BABY'S JOURNEY.

THE BUMBLEBEE.

THE OWL AND THE EEL AND THE WARMING-PAN.

YOUNG (ONE)'S NIGHT THOUGHTS.

LITTLE SUNBEAM.

BABY'S BELONGINGS.

INFANTRY TACTICS.

BABY BO.

THE DIFFERENCE.

LITTLE JOHN BOTTLEJOHN.

JEMIMA BROWN.

ALICE'S SUPPER.

TODDLEKINS.

BOBBILY BOO AND WOLLYPOTUMP.

SLEEPYLAND.

Little Brown Bobby.

PHIL'S SECRET.

A SONG FOR HAL.

THE FAIRIES.

THE QUEEN OF THE ORKNEY ISLANDS.

BABY'S WAYS.

POT AND KETTLE.

PUNKYDOODLE AND JOLLAPIN.

MRS. SNIPKIN AND MRS. WOBBLECHIN.

MY SUNBEAMS.

IN THE CLOSET.

BED-TIME.

BIRD-SONG.

GEOGRAPHI.

HIGGLEDY-PIGGLEDY.

BELINDA BLONDE.

TOMMY'S DREAM; OR, THE GEOGRAPHY DEMON.

POLLY'S YEAR.

WHAT THE ROBINS SING IN THE MORNING.

THE EVE OF THE GLORIOUS FOURTH.

THE DANDY CAT.

A PARTY.

JUMBO JEE.

AN INDIAN BALLAD.

THE EGG.

WOULDN'T.

WILL-O'-THE-WISP.

NONSENSE VERSES.

AN OLD RAT'S TALE.

TO THE LITTLE GIRL WHO WRIGGLES.

The Forty Little Ducklings.

THE MOUSE.

A VALENTINE.

JAMIE IN THE GARDEN.

SOMEBODY'S BOY (NOT MINE).

BOGY.

THE MERMAIDENS.

The Phrisky Phrog

THE AMBITIOUS CHICKEN.

THE BOY AND THE BROOK.

THE SHARK.

THE EASTER HEN.

PUMP AND PLANET.

THE POSTMAN.

HOPSY UPSY.

LITTLE BLACK MONKEY.

JIPPY AND JIMMY.

MASTER JACK'S SONG.

MOTHER ROSEBUSH.

THE FIVE LITTLE PRINCESSES.

THE HORNET AND THE BEE.

THE THREE LITTLE CHICKENS WHO WENT OUT TO TEA, AND THE ELEPHANT.

A LEGEND OF LAKE OKEEFINOKEE.

GRANDPAPA'S VALENTINE.

ALIBAZAN.

THE THREE FISHERS.

PEEPSY.

MAY SONG.

TWO LITTLE VALENTINES.

A HOWL ABOUT AN OWL.

OUR CELEBRATION.

THE SONG OF THE CORN-POPPER.

WHAT BOBBY SAID.

MASTER JACK'S VIEWS.

EMILY JANE.

SONG OF THE MOTHER WHOSE CHILDREN ARE FOND OF DRAWING.

THE SEVEN LITTLE TIGERS AND THE AGED COOK.

AGAMEMNON.

THE WEDDING.

SWING SONG.

THE LITTLE COSSACK.

WHAT A VERY RUDE LITTLE BIRD SAID TO JOHNNY THIS MORNING.

THE MONKEYS AND THE CROCODILE.

Painted Ladies

SOME FISHY NONSENSE.

LADY'S SLIPPER.

A LITTLE SONG TO SING TO A LITTLE MAID IN A SWING.

BETTY IN BLOSSOM-TIME.

BETTY'S SONG.

A NONSENSE TRAGEDY.

FROM NEW YORK TO BOSTON.

SANDY GODOLPHIN.

MY CLOCK.

MY UNCLE JEHOSHAPHAT.

ROSY POSY.

SICK-ROOM FANCIES.

MARJORIE'S KNITTING.

HE AND HIS FAMILY.

EASTER-TIME.

EASTER.

JACKY FROST.

SUBTRACTION.

GRANDFATHER DEAR.

GATHERING APPLES.

THE BALLAD OF THE BEACH.

THE BOOTS OF A HOUSEHOLD.

THE PALACE

BUNKER HILL MONUMENT.

MAY.

GREGORY GRIGGS.

A NURSERY TRAGEDY.

THE UMBRELLA BRIGADE

THE PRINCESS IN SATURN AND THE RED MAN IN MARS.

WIGGLE AND WAGGLE AND BUBBLE AND SQUEAK.

Gret Gran'f'ther.

DAY DREAMS.

THE BATTLE.

THE STRANGE BEAST.

A GARDEN JINGLE.

THE BABY GOES TO BOSTON.

THE FLAG IN THE SCHOOLROOM.

JOHNNY JUMP-UP.

THE OUTLANDISHMAN.

A SLEIGH-RIDE.

The Little Gnome

The Little Dutchess

BOOKS BY LAURA E. RICHARDS

In My Nursery
A Book of Verse
By
Laura E. Richards


IN MY NURSERY.

BY

LAURA E. RICHARDS,

AUTHOR OF
"THE JOYOUS STORY OF TOTO," "TOTO'S MERRY WINTER," ETC.

 

BOSTON:
LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY.

 

Copyright, 1890,
By Roberts Brothers


All rights reserved.

 

Printers
S. J. Parkhill & Co., Boston, U.S.A.

 


To my Mother

JULIA WARD HOWE.

Sweet! when first my baby ear
Curled itself and learned to hear,
'Twas your silver-singing voice
Made my baby heart rejoice.
Hushed upon your tender breast,
Soft you sang me to my rest;
Waking, when I sought my play,
Still your singing led the way.
Cradle songs, more soft and low
Than the bird croons on the bough;
Olden ballads, grave and gay,
Warrior's chant, and lover's lay.
So my baby hours went
In a cadence of content,
To the music and the rhyme
Keeping tune and keeping time.
So you taught me, too, ere long,
All our life should be a song,—
Should a faltering prelude be
To the heavenly harmony;
And with gracious words and high,
Bade me look beyond the sky,
To the Glory throned above,
To th' eternal Light and Love.
Many years have blossomed by:
Far and far from childhood I;
Yet its sunrays on me fall,
Here among my children all.
So among my babes I go,
Singing high and singing low;
Striving for the silver tone
Which my memory holds alone.
If I chant my little lays
Tunefully, be yours the praise;
If I fail, 'tis I must rue
Not t' have closelier followed you.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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