Tossed Up In A Blanket.

Toss away, toss away, Low away, high, Up in a blanket To visit the sky; Lightly she'll swing In the silver moon, And bring to her sisters A star pretty soon.

Toss away, toss away, High away, low, Rock her to sleep In the silver bow; Toss up a kiss to The man in the moon, And bring back another To us very soon.

THE SAND-MAN.

Have you ever seen the sand-man, old, Who comes to us every one, I'm told, With his countless bags of silver sand, And drops it down with an unseen hand; And our eyelids very heavy grow, As off to the land of dreams we go?

He is very shy. I have often tried To keep my eyelids open wide And watch for him. But he cheats me so, And puts me to sleep before I know. Is he like the wind, do you suppose, Which is never seen when it comes and goes?

Oh, ho! The sand-man's fun is past, He has gone to sleep himself at last; We'll build a fort beside the sea, And he our prisoner shall be. He is not the wind with an unseen hand, But a giant made of silver sand.

THE LILY POND.

The wind is fair, Shall we take a row, Down to the cove Where the lilies grow? Their petals white To the sun unfold, Their trembling hearts Are yellow as gold. My boat is as safe As a boat can be; You need not fear To go with me.

A fleet of lilies, So fresh and fair, Like fairy ships, Are anchored there. They rock and dip With every breeze, Like real ships On real seas. My boat is as safe As a boat can be; You need not fear To go with me.

LUNCH TIME.

The Bees are coming, I hear them humming Their pleasant Summer song. You are late to-day; Did you lose your way? We have been waiting long.

My cream-white Clover Is running over With honey clear and sweet; And my Brier-Rose, As a bee well knows, Holds something nice to eat.

Come, take your honey, It costs no money, The little gift is free; Come every noon Through merry June, And take your lunch with me.