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BABY AND MAMMA

What a little thing am I!

Hardly higher than the table.

I can eat, and play, and cry, But to work I am not able.

Nothing in the world I know, But mamma will try and show me.

Sweet mamma, I love her so, She's so very kind unto me.

And she sets me on her knee, Very often, for some kisses.

Oh! how good I'll try to be, For such a dear mamma as this is.

--_Jane Taylor_.

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CHILD WITH DOG Sir Joshua Reynolds (1723-1792) [End ill.u.s.tration]

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THE TEMPEST

See the dark vapors cloud the sky, The thunder rumbles round and round; The lightning's flash begins to fly, Big drops of rain bedew the ground: The frightened birds with ruffled wing, Fly through the air and cease to sing.

'T is G.o.d who on the tempest rides And with a word directs the storm, 'T is at His nod the wind subsides, Or heaps of heavy vapors form.

In fire and cloud He walks the sky, And lets His stores of tempest fly.

--_Jane Taylor_.

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THE VIOLET

Down in a green and shady bed A modest violet grew; Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view.

And yet it was a lovely flower, Its colors bright and fair.

It might have graced a rosy bower, Instead of hiding there.

Yet there it was content to bloom, In modest tints arrayed; And there diffused its sweet perfume, Within the silent shade.

Then let me to the valley go, This pretty flower to see, That I may also learn to grow In sweet humility.

--_Jane Taylor_.

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