P R • r unand Kr$ moon MX eaxumnt rin.. pffif^i f m Book_ CopyiightN" — r^y ^ COPYRIGHT DEPOSIT. iHr. ^un anti Mv^. jWoon Mv Sun and Mrs Mmn s.t ©allintnr Copyright, 1902, by ROBERT HOWARD RUSSELL \ q a^ First impression October, igo2 THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. Two C0P.E8 Received NOV. 8 . 1902 _ COPYRIQMT ENTRY oopy A. Co €ta Eva, we were so glad you came, For life is such a lonely game With only one to play it, dear- As Hesper found for six long year ; But now the games you have, you two ! We are so glad you came — are you ? Co ?|ee;per ESPER, I sang these songs In her dear stead, Who should have crooned them To thy golden head; Not these, indeed, but other — - For ill, dear child, A father plays a mother. Yet for her holy sake. Who sits with Him Our God in Heaven, I made each little hymn; Sing them sometimes For love of her and me. Thee would she rather hear Than all the cherubim. jHr* ^m jttr* ^un ADDY, do we know the sun? Is he a friend of ours? For he walks about the garden Kissing all the flowers, And in the morning, long before The servants have gone down, He's peeping through the window. All dressed to go to town. And then again at evening He's peeping as before. He's prettier at evening And shines a good deal more; I never saw a gentleman So very gaily dressed. For, every time I see him. He seems to wear his best. I wish you'd ask him in to tea, I'd love to see him shine On you, dear Dad, light up your face As sometimes he does mine; — For somehow. Dad, he never seems To shine upon you, dear — Don't you care about him. Daddy? Don't you want to ask him here? jlltsi> jttoon jWrs* jWoon HY do you love the moon so much, Daddy dear? She seems so cold, and O so far Away from here; She frightens me so lonely there Up in the skies; And then she has so white a face. And such sad eyes! Nurse says she is so sad because The Sun has run away; He was her husband once, and loved Her very much, they say; But fell in love with Widow Earth And little Mars, And left some silver — for the Moon To keep the stars. So when, of course, I think of that Fm sad for her. And sometimes pray for Mrs. Moon A little prayer: That her bad husband may repent The wrong he's done — And yet I can't believe it, Dad, Of Mr. Sun ! jJlr* ^un*g ^torp jWr. ^m ^torp ASKED the sun to-day If it were true — ^■1 About the moon, you know, ^^ ■ And he looked through M^^3W The window, and he said It was a He! And told me this instead: That long ago The moon and he were wed. And used to go With happy hand in hand Both to and fro Morning and evening skies; But, one sad day. The silver moon fell ill And died away. And never more will go Together they, And never more will go Bright hand in hand, And never more will walk The same sweet land. He said that he would give jWr. g)un Si g)torp His whole blue sky, If he could only see her once And die; Just kiss each baby star Upon its cheek; — For that is all, he says, He shines to seek It does seem sad That he so long has shone For others' joy, but has not Found his own. 38aip ^tax^ Batjp ^tarsi HE souls of little girls who die God sets up shining in the sky, But what becomes of little boys I ask of Nurse, and she replies — That little boys are born without: Just born to scuffle and to shout, To play rough games, hit hard and die. I'm glad Fm not a little boy! I think Fd like to be a star, If God would set me not too far Away from Daddy, so that I Might send him kisses from the sky. And shine upon his bed at night With such a lovely little light; And if he felt too lonely there, Fd unwind all my golden hair And make a little shining stair For him to climb and sit by me — O Dad, how lovely that would be! And perhaps, if I asked God for you, He'd change you to a star, dear, too. ©atitip ADDY'S quite a lover still, His step upon the stair Is wonderful and waited for; His voice upon the air Is sweeter than the sound of drums, Trumpet or battledore; They cease when Daddy comes. Yet Daddy only knows two tales And only half a song. Yet somehow I could listen to him All day long; If Daddy but says 'Tum-ti-tum,' It seems a song to me. For Daddy — well, he's Daddy, Just Daddy, don't you see? You never heard such pretty songs As Nursie sings to me. You never heard such pretty tales As Amy tells to me. But I'd rather hear old Daddy With his poor old 'tum-ti-tum' Than Amy, Nurse, or trumpet, Or battledore, or drum. a JSusp Bap ^ 3Sueij> Bap [Translated from the Danish] WHERE has baby been to-day! And what has baby seen to-day! She saw the Moo-Cowhand she heard The pretty Httle Dicky-Bird^ She heard the Cock-a-doodle-doo ^ She heard the Pussy-Cat say 'Mew/ She heard the Donkey say 'Hee-Haw' — So much and more she heard and saw. She also heard the Qee-Gee neigh — O baby, what a busy day! HEN Eva talks and knows all that I say O won't that be a most exciting day! When Eva talks, When Eva walks — won't that be a most exciting day! I am afraid we'll sit up long past seven — 1 have so much to ask her about heaven. When Eva talks, When Eva walks — I am afraid we'll sit up long past seven! ix anti Clebeu z' ■v'- ^i. ^ iftiiiMii ix anti Cletien HE six means six long changing years Of playing with my toys, A little lonely girl that saw No other girls or boys; Till Eva came to play with me All the long way from heaven; Eleven months ago she came — So Eva is eleven. Sometimes I look at her and think Of all she must go through, Before she talks and walks about The same as me and you. Her teeth are trying her just now, Two in the bottom row — She finds no interest in life And longs to die I know. But, though she cannot see it now, This trouble will go by, And she be very happy yet And glad she did not die. ix anti €lehm We love each other very much, And, now that she is here, I often wonder how I played Alone so many a year. Of course, there still is much in life She cannot understand; But give her time! she's but eleven And has just learned to stand. 9[ ^tar-^isiter a ^tav-M^ttt HAVE a little sister In yonder star, Fd climb up there to kiss her But it is so far; I hear her calling me Many a night, Just after Nursie Puts out the light. Cbenmg ^ong ^^■^^^^HE sun is weary, for he ran fm^k So far and fast to-day, ■ ■ The birds are weary, for ^^^^^^ who sang ^^^^^ So many songs as they? The bees and butterflies at last Are tired out, for just think too How many gardens through the day Their Httle wings have fluttered through; And so, as all tired people do, They've gone to lay their sleepy heads Deep deep in warm and happy beds. The sun has shut his golden eye. And gone to sleep beneath the sky. The birds and butterflies and bees Have all crept into flowers and trees. And all lie quiet, still as mice. Till morning comes, — little father's voice! So Geoffrey, Owen, PhyUis, you Must sleep away till morning too. Close little eyes, lie down little heads And sleep, sleep, sleep in happy beds. Clje Bupms of jHarsumte CI)e 38uj>ms of jHarsumte HEN Father and Mother went to buy A Httle girl up in the sky. An angel bade them take their choice Of many little girls and boys: They really didn't want a boy — They thought a girl was sweeter far, O yes! a hundred times more sweet: Though they were tempted very sore By a most cunning little lad, Who since has come to live next door, And often plays with Marguerite. Yes! Marguerite — for, though they took Quite a long time to look and look — For you can easily understand You don't buy little girls off-hand — They very soon made up their mind, And thus was Marguerite assigned. And sent celestial express. To her terrestrial address. Now it is seven years ago — For Marguerite to-day is seven — Since Marguerite came down from heaven, About a quarter to eleven; C{)e Buying of jHargumte She cried a little leaving there. But the angel said she needn't care, Because where she was going to It was a kind of heaven too. And though it is so long ago Since Marguerite came in the snow, I think if I should want to know The way to heaven any day — Well! I'd ask Marguerite the way. little Jfttt Milt jfttt /^jl^ ITTLE feet that all day 4^^PB Make a lovely little song, ^fj^^^^ Up above me to and fro ^^^^^^^ Weaving fairy-rings you gO; Little feet whose patterings small Sweeter than the raindrops fall When each raindrop in a shower Falls, to rise again a flower. In the merry days of spring. I have heard your mother sing. Nothing else have heard so sweet Save the prattle of your feetj Little feet that run and run And never have enough of fun, Little feet so pearly white That hate to go to bed at night. Ah! though merry day be done, In my heart you run and run Far into the quiet night — Childless, lonely, listening night — Sowing, little fairy feet. Many a tear-flower pale but sweet, Though within your quiet cot You sleep, O my Forget-Me-Not. Jfatljerliooti jfatl)erJ)0(iti HEARD a star at morning sing — A little soft six-sided star; It seemed to sing of everything Impossible and pure and far. I said: if only I might live A little nearer to that ray, If only I might climb to it A little nearer every day. God said: there is a way less hard, That star is not so undefiled As one that shall be born to you — The spirit of a little child. O little star that came to me Out of those heights and depths of blue Nearer remains that morning star Than you to me, than me to you. 38eti'-Cime 3Seti=Cime AST night I slept with Marguerite, A Httle girl of six years old, This was her invitation sweet "Daddy, please may I — Fm so cold In my own cot — please may I creep Into your bed to-night to sleep?" And so she came, and long we told Of fairies, and of kings and queens With crowns O ! of such shining gold. Of Jacks and giants and of beans — And then at last, tired hand in hand, We dropped off into fairyland, I thought that someone, while I slept. Brought violets with stems of dew. And pressed them on my eyes and mouth; I woke — and. Marguerite, 'twas you! I dreamed — "What is that music sweet?" I turned — and it was Marguerite. I thought that in the shining heart Of the deep world where jewels grow, I filled my hands with clustered gems, Ruby and amethyst — but No! I woke and found two little feet — O Marguerite, O Marguerite! I thought God called me in a dream At last to take my heart's desire, Fearful, I stretched my hands to fill My sad hands with that holy fire Warm little heart next mine that beats, White little soul — 'Tis Marguerite's! a purser? aipljaiet a 0uxm^ 3HpI)a6et l\ is an apple Red on the tree — If only that apple Would fall down to me ! D is a butterfly Yellow or red, Wave your wings butterfly Over my head. V^ is a cat Soft as velvet or silk, Purring old pussy-cat Made out of milk. D is a donkey That never will go Dreadful old donkey E Why are you so slow ? IS an earwig That lives in a peach, With six other earwigs With six legs on each. X/ is for Fairy-Tale — Hop-o'-my-Thumb, Jack and the Beanstalk, And Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum ! G is a goldfish That swims night and day If I were a goldfish Fd swim right away. H is for honey : When summer arrives, Bees steal it from flowers. We steal it from hives. I is an Indian Savage and Red, When no one is looking He chops off your head. J is for jam Safely tied up in pots O wouldn't I just like To eat lots and lots. Ja. is the king Who wears sceptre and crown. I wish I could see him, When I go to town, -L/ is the Hghtning Out of the sky. We don't Hke the lightning Eva and I. M is the man- In-the-moon, you know. He went up there ages And ages ago. N is for nation, There used to be two Where can the other Have disappeared to } o is for " Oh ! " Which expresses surprise. It lifts up its hands. And it opens its eyes. P X IS a pig That grunts in his sty. Bacon for breakfast Is pig bye-and-bye. V^ is the queen That ate bread and honey, While the king in the counting-house Counted his money. Xv is a rat That Hves in the yard. The life of a rat Is peculiarly hard. s is the sun Shining twelve hours a day. The moon comes along When the sun goes away^ T IS a toy And sometimes a tart ; We play with the toy, And eat up the tart. a purser? atlpljabet LJ is an uncle That brings sugar plums. I wish every day Were the day uncle comes. V is the violet That comes in the spring, When the butterflies w^ake, And the little birds sing. VV , of course, Is the w^olf in the w^ood, That tried to eat up Little Red Riding Hood. -ZV has exceedingly little to do, You find it in box and you find it in ox, And I hope I shall find it In my Christmas-box. Y is a Yankee Who bought up the earth, For more than the crazy Old planet is worth. 31 ^ursierp aipljatiet A^ is for zoo, Full of monkeys and snakes ; The snakes they eat frogs, But the monkeys eat cakes. NOV 8 IPO? LIBRARY OF CONGRESS ^ \ CUD