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THE LILY: 
 
 LITTLE WILLIAM AND HIS MAMMA 
 
 
 AND, 
 
 THE GOOD CHILDREN. 
 
 BY MRS. BAKER, 
 
 AUTHOR OF ORIGINAL POETRY FOR YOUNG MINDS, &C. &C. 
 
 LONDON: 
 
 DEAN AND MUNDAY, THRE ADNEE DLE-STREET. 
 
 Price Six-pence. 
 
THE LILY. 
 
 LITTLE WILLIAM AND HIS MAMMA. 
 
 The daisy peeps out 
 
 Of its pretty green bed, 
 And the buttercup, yellow and gay, 
 
 Above the soft grass 
 
 High raises its head, 
 And shines through the bright 
 sunny day. 
 
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 The little birds chirp, 
 
 In their nest on the tree. 
 As if longing to be on the wing; 
 
 The lambs, too, are sporting 
 
 In frolic and glee ; 
 All are pleased with return of the 
 Spring. 
 
 Then come, little William, 
 
 We'll hasten away 
 To the fields, all the beauties to see; 
 
 Perchance the poor cake man 
 
 We saw t'other day, 
 May be sitting again 'neath the tree- 
 
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 Perchance the poor cake man 
 We saw t'other day, 
 May be sitting again 'neath the tree. 
 
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 "Twill be kind, just to buy 
 A few cakes, as we pass, 
 
 For he seems to be feeble and poor*. 
 And his basket so clean, 
 As it stands on the grass, 
 
 Is to both of you tempting, I'm sure. 
 
 And then we'll go over 
 
 To good farmer Drake's, 
 And get some warm milk from his 
 cow, 
 
 'Twill be very nice, 
 
 When we've eaten our cakes, 
 And he's begun milking, 'ere now. 
 
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 And if Pompey will promise 
 That he will be good, 
 
 And not bark again at the sheep, 
 And not run away, 
 And behave very rude, 
 
 I think we will give him a peep 
 
 At the fields, and the flowers, 
 And blue sunny sky ; 
 
 To him it great pleasure will be, 
 To swim in the pond, 
 And then rub himself dry, 
 
 And gambol around you and me. 
 
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 And if Pompey will promise 
 That he will be good, 
 And not bark again at the sheep. 
 
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 He knows what I say, 
 
 For he's run to the door: 
 And there he has taken his place, 
 
 Quite ready to promise, 
 
 And thinks it is sure 
 He shall not get into disgrace. 
 
 I suppose he must go: 
 
 So now for your hat; 
 Your kite you may fly, if you please; 
 
 Nay, go along, pussy. 
 
 We can't take a cat, 
 For you'll run away up the trees. 
 
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 And now we've got out; 
 
 What a beautiful day! 
 There, Pompey, poor fellow, down! 
 down ! 
 
 He jumps up upon us, 
 
 As much as to say, 
 Your kindness I gratefully own. 
 
 How soft is the turf! 
 
 And how lovely its green, 
 In this pretty lane in our way; 
 
 In its hedge on each side, 
 
 The young leaves are now seen 
 To mix with the blossoms of May 
 
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 And now we cross over 
 This clear little stream; 
 But we'll stop for a moment, to view 
 
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 And now we cross over 
 This clear little stream; 
 
 But we'll stop for a moment to view 
 It's swift running course, 
 For you'll find it will teem 
 
 With a lesson most useful and true. 
 
 As these waters pass on, 
 In silence and shade, 
 
 So Time, oft unheeded, goes by; 
 No lesson is learnt, 
 No improvement is made, 
 
 We care not how quick it may fly. 
 
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 You may think that this stream, 
 
 As it flows down the vale, 
 Is idle and useless, my dear; 
 
 But the shrubs in its couse, 
 
 Tell a different tale, 
 As in verdure and bloom they appear. 
 
 It moistens the roots, 
 Deep sunk in the mould, 
 
 Giving* beauty and strength to the 
 tree; 
 Without moisture, all yellow 
 Those leaves you'd behold, 
 
 And scanty the blossoms would be. 
 
You may think that this stream, 
 As it flows down the vale, 
 Is idle and useless, my dear: 
 
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 As this stream, or the rain, 
 To the tree or the flower, 
 
 So learning to youth should be dear; 
 Then with diligence seek 
 To improve every hour, 
 
 If of knowledge the fruits you 
 would bear. 
 
 How silly the child is, 
 
 Who idles away 
 The time he in learning should spend ; 
 
 Who thinks it quite hard 
 
 That, on every day, 
 He should to some lesson attend. 
 
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 Besides, too, the pleasure 
 
 Of growing more wise, 
 Each clay, as it passes away, 
 
 Some little reward, dears, 
 
 Will often arise, 
 For those who instruction obey: 
 
 If you, now, this morning 
 
 Had idled in bed, 
 Or loitered to play or to talk, 
 
 Your tasks, by this time, 
 
 Would not have been said, 
 And you would have lost this nice 
 walk. 
 

 Some little reward, dears, 
 Will often arise, 
 For those who instruction obey. 
 
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 THE GOOD CHILDREN. 
 
 Come, brother, dear brother, 
 
 Said good little Ann, 
 Papa will be presently here ; 
 
 Let us make up the fire, 
 
 And do all we can, 
 His evening, dear Julian, to cheer. 
 
 Though papa now is poor, 
 
 Let us, Julian, try 
 To make him forget he is so; 
 
 He has no servants, now, 
 
 But old Nanny and I, 
 Yet he many comforts shall know. 
 
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 You look out the tea-things, 
 
 And I'll place his chair 
 All ready for him to sit down ; 
 
 His boot-jack and slippers 
 
 I'll get out to air, 
 He'll be tired in walking from town. 
 
 We the curtains will draw, 
 To keep out the cold, 
 
 And the hearth we'll sweep tidy 
 and clean; 
 For Nanny, you know, 
 Is now feeble and old, 
 
 Though once young and strong she 
 has been. 
 
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 We the curtains will draw 
 To keep out the cold, 
 x\nd the hearth we'll sweep tidy and clean. 
 
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 Besides, she has proved, 
 Since poor mamma died, 
 
 A mother to you and to me; 
 And we, dearest brother, 
 Should make it ovir pride, 
 
 That useful to her we can be. 
 
 The toast is now ready, 
 
 The tea, too, is made: 
 There's nothing for Nanny to do: 
 
 Shell call us good children, 
 
 Besides, we'll be paid 
 With a smile, dearest father, from 
 you. 
 
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 O there's papa's knock! . 
 Run, run, to the door: 
 Dear Papa, we're so glad you are 
 home; 
 And I am as glad, 
 My dear children, I'm sure, 
 To your very kind welcome to 
 come. 
 
And I am as glad, 
 My dear children, I'm sure, 
 To your very kind welcome to come. 
 
 
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