Child Songs of Cheer | Page 9

Evaleen Stein
I can see it now?
Ah me! I would forget it,
Yet still, with sense of pain,
I see this
little bird's-nest
Within the driving rain.
CHRISTMAS CANDLES
When the Christ-child comes again
Softly down the street to-night,

Twinkling through the window pane
Let our candles shed their light.
Though the clouds are dark above
And the golden stars are dim,
We
can tell Him of our love
If we set a light for Him.
Oh, the blessed Christ-child dear,
In His robe of shining white,
Let
our candles give Him cheer
As He passes by to-night!
A SONG OF THE CHRISTMAS-TREE
[Illustration: CHRISTMAS CANDLES]
We can tell Him of our love
If we set a light for Him.
Hurrah! Hurrah! for the Christmas-tree
With its glory and glitter and
mystery!
Its twinkling candles that bud and bloom
Like strange
bright flowers in the darkened room,
Its glistening gold and silver
balls,
Its candy canes and its blue-eyed dolls,
The sugary fruits it

bears,--for oh,
Where else do such wonderful sweetmeats grow?--

Its tasseled horns and its pop-corn strings
And all its myriad
marvelous things!
O-ho! and ah-ha!
And a hip hurrah!
For our dear and beautiful tree, because
It grew in the gardens of
Santa Claus
And he brought it here in his reindeer sleigh
From ever and ever so
far away!
_So, children, come, let us make a ring
And all clasp
hands as we dance and sing
To the blessed tree and the blessed night

When the Christ-child walks in the candles' light!_
Hurrah! Hurrah! for the Christmas-tree
That Santa Claus brought to
you and me!
He cut it down with a silver axe--
There's a tree in
each of his million packs!--
And carried it safely over the snow
And
down our chimney and here, you know;
Its golden cobwebs that glint
and gleam
He took from a lovely Christmas dream
And tangled
them over it till, behold,
It shines like the fabled Fleece of Gold!
Oh, Santa Claus, here's
A thrice three cheers
For garlands green and berries of red,
And mistletoe clustering
overhead,
For the joy of our Christmas festival!
But our beautiful
tree, it is best of all!
_And circling still in a merry ring
We'll still
clasp hands as we dance and sing
To the blessed tree and the blessed
night
When the Christ-child walks in the candles' light!_
Hurrah! Hurrah! for the Christmas-tree!
And look, O look to its tip
and see
The feathery slim fir leaves and where,
In the topmost
boughs, is the image fair
Of the Christ-child nestling amid the green

And the little brown cones that peep between!
And high above Him glittering bright
A gold star sparkles with

golden light,
And we children think, as we gaze on them,
Of the
wonderful Star of Bethlehem,
Of the lovely Star
And the Kings who far,
Oh, far, came seeking a Babe and brought
Their love and worship to
Him they sought,
And made Him gifts, as the gifts we make
With
loving hearts for that Baby's sake.
_Oh, come, come all, and join the
ring!
Let all clasp hands as we dance and sing
To the blessed tree
and the blessed night
When the Christ-child walks in the candles'
light!_
OUR KITTENS
Our kittens have the softest fur,
And the sweetest little purr,
And
such little velvet paws
With such cunning little claws,
And blue
eyes, just like the sky!
(_Must_ they turn green, by and by?)
Two
are striped like tigers, three
Are as black as black can be,
And they
run so fast and play
With their tails, and are so gay,
Is it not a pity
that
Each must grow into a cat?
IN JULY
Let us find a shady wady
Pretty little brook;
Let us have some
candy handy,
And a picture-book.
There all day we'll stay and play and
Never mind the heat,
While
the water gleaming, streaming,
Ripples round our feet.
And we'll gather curly pearly
Mussel-shells while bright
Frightened
minnows darting, parting,
Scurry out of sight.
What if, what if,--heigho! my oh!--
All the "ifs" were true,
And the
little fishes wishes,
Now, what would you do?
A VALENTINE TO A LITTLE CHILD

Dear heart, on this thrice-blessed day,
An thou my sweetheart be,

The rose of love shall bide alway
Upon the red-rose tree.
And in the garden of my heart
So ceaselessly shall shine,
The little
birds will know thou art
Mine own true Valentine.
And I will bid them wing and sing
To all good winds that blow,

That to thy little feet they bring
All blessings, even so.
And o'er
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