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Title: The Keepsake
or, Poems and Pictures for Childhood and Youth
Author: Anonymous
Release Date: November 12, 2007 [EBook #23457]
Language: English
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THE
KEEPSAKE;

OR,
POEMS AND PICTURES
FOR
_CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH_
LONDON:
PRINTED FOR DARTON, HARVEY, AND DARTON,
55,
GRACECHURCH-STREET.
1818.
CONTENTS.
Page.
_Richard and his Brother_ 1
_Sleepy Mary_ 2
_Mary's Lesson_ 3
_Edward thought he knew better than his Mamma_ 5
_Impatient Julia_ 9
_The Cuckoo_ 12
_Red Shoes and Black Shoes_ 13
_The Gardeners_ 15
_Little Girl_ 17
_The Blind Boy_ 19

_Spring_ 22
_Summer_ 23
_Autumn_ 25
_Winter_ 27
_Anne and Edward, Part I._ 29
0. _Part II._ 31
_George and Edmund_ 33
_Fanny_ 37
_Alfred_ 40
_William_ 41
THE KEEPSAKE.
RICHARD AND HIS BROTHER.
Richard, come and play with me,
Underneath the willow tree;

Sitting in its peaceful shade,
We'll sing the song papa has made,

Whilst its drooping branches spread,
Stretching far above our head,

Sweetly tempering the blaze
Of the sun's meridian rays.
There the
rose and violet blow,
The lily with her bell of snow,
And the richly
scented woodbine,
Round about its trunk doth twine;
There the
busy bee shall come,
And gather sweets to carry home.
Oh, how
happy we shall be,
Underneath the willow tree!
SLEEPY MARY.
Mary, raise that sleepy head,
For the lark doth carol high,
And the
sun has left his bed--
Mary, ope that sleepy eye.

Come, and let me wash you clean,
Brush your hair and tie your frock;

There's your sister Geraldine,
Waiting at the mossy rock.
[Illustration: _to face pa. 2_
_Sleepy Mary_]
Hark! the little chicken's cries,
Loudly call for Mary's care,
But if
the sluggard will not rise,
George their breakfast shall prepare.
Who shall get the fresh-laid egg,
To place beside her father's cup?

Who shall pour the tea, I beg,
If my Mary is not up?
MARY'S LESSON.
Come, little Mary, come to me,
And say your lesson on my knee,

Your book is there, the pointer in it,
All ready to begin this minute.
What! pout your lip, and scream and cry,
And say, "I won't, I
can't:"--Oh fie!
Then go, and in that corner stay,
Till sobs and tears
have pass'd away;
Till you can come with voice more mild,
And
say, "Mamma, forgive your child."
What little girl is this, whose eyes
Smile through her tears, while thus
she cries?
"My dear mamma, I love you, pray
Forgive your child,
and let me say
My lesson, standing at your knee,
Then give a kind
sweet kiss to me."
It is my Mary! now her look
Is turn'd attentive to
her book,
And now her lesson she has read,
Her task without a fault
has said,
Mamma's best kiss she now has won,
So well her lessons
she has done:
[Illustration: _to face pa. 5_
_Mary's Lesson_]
She's happy now, and good and gay,
And joins her sisters at their play;


There on the grass they skip, they sing,
Till all the hills and valleys
ring.
EDWARD
THOUGHT HE KNEW BETTER THAN HIS MAMMA.
Brightly shines the winter's sun,
O'er mountains clad with snow,

Blithe and gay the youthful throng
Sport in the plains below.
"Come," the venturous Edward cries,
"Let's try yon glassy tide;

Upon its smooth and frozen breast
We'll make a glorious slide."
"Oh, stay," his sister Ellen said,
"My dearest Edward, stay!
You
know mamma forbade us all
To try the ice to-day."
"Hush! foolish Ellen, see how strong,
How firm the ice appears:

Mamma, I'm sure, if she were here,
Would banish all her fears.
"This stone with mighty force I throw,
Nor break, nor crack you see;

Then surely I may slide secure,
It will not yield with me."
He said, and darted o'er the stream,
Then turn'd in triumph round:

"Come, follow me, my comrades brave,
What danger have I found?"
[Illustration: _to face pa. 6_
_Edward_]
In his success exulting now,
He leaps with sudden spring--
It cracks!
it breaks! his cries are vain,
He plunges headlong in!
Who now the hapless boy shall snatch
From a cold wat'ry grave?--

Poor Ellen flies, with breathless speed,
Her brother's life to save.
He rises half--her shawl she flings
Into his eager hand,
Then, with

her playmate's added strength,
She drags him safe to land.
With shivering limbs and dripping clothes,
Homeward he pensive
turns;
He deeply now, alas! too late,
His disobedience mourns.
For three long months poor Edward groan'd
Upon a bed of pain;

'Twas three long months before he felt
The breeze of heaven again.
These three long months did Ellen strive,
By every tender care,
To
soften Edward's grief, and soothe
The pain she wish'd to share.