Children’s Hour

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Bumblebee

Bumblebee, I’m sure I like you-
(Only do not come so near!)
And your funny mum-mum singing
I am always glad to hear.

That’s a pretty suit you’re wearing-
Are you coming in my bower?
All right, Bumblebee, but please now
Do not take me for a flower!
~Edna D. Wood

From the Bridge

How silent comes the water round that bend!
Not the minutest whisper does it send
To the o’erhanging willows: blades of grass
Slowly across the chequered shadows pass.
~John Keats

The Breeze

Summer breeze so softly blowing,
In my garden pinks are growing,
If you’ll go and send the showers,
You may come and smell my flowers.
~Old Garden Rhyme

Child’s Song

The King and the Queen were riding
Upon a summer’s day,
And a Blackbird flew above them,
To hear what they did say.

The King said he liked apples,
The Queen said she liked pears.
And what shall we do to the Blackbird
Who listens unawares?
~Kate Greenaway

Clouds

White sheep, white sheep,
On a blue hill,
When the wind stops
You all stand still.
When the wind blows
You walk away slow.
White sheep, white sheep,
Where do you go?
~Christina Georgina Rossetti

Rain in Summer

How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!
How it clatters along the roofs,
Like the tramp of hoofs!

How it gushes and struggles out
From the throat of the over-flowing spout!
Across the window pane
It pours and pours;
And swift and wide,
With a muddy tide,
Like a river down the gutter roars
The rain, the welcome rain!
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 

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