'Tis just a room Built by the forest edge, Watched by the moon. Only two persons in 't!
I'm one, and sing; Baby's the other one— Baby, the king!
His crown is golden hair, Measuring an inch; His sceptre chubby arms, Tempting to pinch; His robe's a snowy one; And I will sing Of all the gems that deck Baby, the king!
Two very drowsy eyes,
One funny nose, Two little feet that kick,
Ten pinky toes; His law's a cry, but he Crows while I sing- Now you know all about
Baby, the king!
Poor dadda went to rest
One year ago, Close by the forest hill,
Under the snow. Baby he left behind;
What should I do, If, in this weary world, I had not you?
When you are grown a man!
Then you will know How much of life I hid Under the snow- Under that snow, my babe! E'en as I sing,
Tears fall upon your robe, Baby, my king!
When you are grown a man ; Ah! should be you Careless, or cease to reign
King over me, "Twould be a sorrow far
Greater to know
E'en than that hidden one Under the snow!
Shame on me, baby boy! Shame on my tears! How could my foolish heart Conjure such fears? Baby 's his father's son: How could he be But as his father was- King over me!
THE JACKDAW.
THERE is a bird who by his coat, And by the hoarseness of his note, Might be supposed a crow; A great frequenter of the church, Where, bishop-like, he finds a perch And dormitory too.
Above the steeple shines a plate, That turns and turns to indicate
From what point blows the weather; Look up, your brains begin to swim, 'Tis in the clouds! that pleases him, He chooses it the rather.
You think perhaps he sits and muses On future broken bones and bruises, If he should chance to fall; But not a single thought like that Employs his philosophic pate, Or troubles it at all.
He sees that this great roundabout, The world, with all its motley rout, Church, army, physic, law,
Its pleasures and its businesses, Are no concern at all of his,
And says what says he?" Caw!" says-what
Thrice happy bird! I too have seen Much of the vanities of men ;
And, sick of seein' 'em, Would cheerful these limbs resign, For such a pair of wings as thine, And such a head between 'em.
"And like that star whose light pours down, You (when this life is past),
Within your Heavenly Father's crown, Will shine a star at last."
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