  A package came, With Gold-Locks' name Written in letters bold and free Upon the cover: She turned it over, And cried, "Is it for me, for me?" 'Twas scarce a minute Before within it Her eyes had peeped with curious awe: There, sweet as a rose, And folded close In tissue, what do you think she saw? A doll A doll? Ah, yes! You would never guess A dolly could be so very sweet, Or have such grace, From the blooming face Down to the tips of her slippered feet. She smiled, and smiled, Like a real live child, And opened her eyes of bluest blue, As little Gold-Locks From out the box Lifted, and held her up to view. In ruffles and puffs Of gauzy stuffs, She looked like a fresh white flower, full-blown, And Gold-Locks' heart Gave a happy start, As she thought, "She is all my own, my own!" Mrs. Clara Doty Bates. Divider THE WHITE OWL Words by Tennyson. Music by T. Crampton. Music [Transcriber's Note: You can play this music (MIDI file) by clicking here.] 1. When cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round. Alone and warming his fine wits, The white owl in the belfry sits. 2. When merry milkmaids click the latch, And rarely smells the new-mown hay, And the cock beneath the thatch, Thrice has sung his roundelay, Thrice has sung his roundelay. Alone and warming his fine wits, The white owl in the belfry sits. Transcriber's NotesThe July edition of the Nursery had a table of contents for the next six issues of the year. This table was divided to cover each specific issue. A title page copied from this same July edition was also used for this number and the issue number added after the Volume number. Page 114, "go" changed to "got" (After we had got) Page 128, period changed to a comma on chorus of song (his fine wits,) |
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