The infant wants to go to sleep; Sleep does not wish to come. Sleep come, come, come; Sleep come, come, come! GAMES We all have sung _The Farmer in the Dell_, _London Bridge is Falling Down_, _Ring Around the Rosy_ and many other game-songs. We have told you of the Indian moccasin game, and we know that in all the other nations the children have had their game-songs. (2) SONGS FOR RELIGIOUS CEREMONIES, HOLIDAYS, AND CHRISTMAS CAROLS, ETC., MAY SONGS AND SPRING FESTIVALS Spring is so full of the beginnings of life, and people can see the flowers begin to bloom and take on color and glory. Even as you and I, they have never been able to see them without rejoicing and every one’s rejoicing sooner or later is a cause for music. In many countries this renewal of life is celebrated by rites and ceremonies that have been the source of much folk-lore and music. The Greeks, as early as the 6th Century B.C., celebrated the coming of the spring with a religious festival named after the god Dionysus. Many songs and dances accompanied these festivals. On the evening before the festival, which lasted five days, there was an impressive procession by torch-light in which an image of the god Dionysus was carried to the theatre where the festival was held, accompanied by many handsome youths and a very splendid bull which was sacrificed. In the excavations of Crete this ancient hymn has been found,—a spring song and a young man-song in one: Ho! Kouros (young man), most Great, I give thee hail, Lord of all that is wet and gleaming; thou art come at the head of thy Daemones. To Dickte for the year, Oh, march and rejoice in the dance and song. In Germany, it was thought that on Walpurgis-nacht (May night) witches rode on the tails of magpies and danced away the winter snows on the Brocken, one of the highest peaks of the Hartz Mountains. In Germany too, it was the custom for children to set May-flies (Maikäfer) free and to sing this song: Maikäferchen fliege, Dein Vater ist in Kriege Dein Mutter ist in Pommerland Pommerland ist abgebrannt Maikäferchen fliege. or May-fly, fly away, Your father is at war, Your mother is in Pommerland. Pommerland is all burned up! May-fly, fly away. Don’t you think it is like our rhyme? Lady-bug, lady-bug, Fly away home. Your house is on fire Your children will burn. And here is the French: