THE TWINS. Down on the grass, where tall meadow-sweet grows, Brave little Robin, and dear little Rose, Happy as birds in a nest, Gather bright blossoms, and prattle away Merrily one to the other; No pair of linnets chirp sweeter than they- Rosie's straw hat is all garlanded round With a delicious festoon; Chainwork of daisy-blooms, fresh from the ground; Ox-eyes as fair as the moon. OUR DARLING. BOUNDING like a football, Splitting dolly's head; Building shops and houses, Jumping on the fender, Poking at the fire, Dancing on his little legs- Making mother's heart leap Present-bringing sunshine; MATTHIAS BARR. THE STEP-LADDER. UPON a bough a sparrow caught A fly so fat and fine, And prayers and cries availed her nought; "On thee I mean to dine, For thou art weak and I am strong, A hawk came passing by that way, Just at that moment flew a dart, 66 |