Cradle Songs. Various

unkind?

      Or any cross word said?

      O no, my little maiden, no!

      I only droop with dew;

      And from my lips sweet honey drips;

      Come, I will share with you.

      —C. C. B.

WHERE THEY GROW.

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      Down in the valley, deep, deep, deep,

      Where little sunbeams wink and peep,

      Under the grasses hiding low—

      There’s where the dear little violets grow.

      Out in the meadow, bright, bright, bright,

      Close by the clovers red and white—

      With heart of gold and a fringe of snow,

      There’s where the dear little daisies grow.

      Up in the older tree, tree, tree,

      Peep, and a tiny nest you’ll see,

      Swung by the breezes to and fro—

      There’s where the dear little birdlings grow.

      Up in the nursery, neat, neat, neat,

      Hear the patter of wee, wee feet—

      Hear little voices chirp and crow—

      There’s where the dear little babies grow!