Literature for Children

Name: Literature for Children
Author: Lowe, Orton
Lowe, Orton
Children's literature
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
  I will fear no evil:
  For thou art with me;
  Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

      Thou preparest a table before me
      In the presence of mine enemies:
      Thou anointest my head with oil;
      My cup runneth over.

    Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
  And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
                                             --KING DAVID.




SECOND YEAR


THE LIGHT-HEARTED FAIRY

          Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!
          As the light-hearted fairy? heigh ho,
                        Heigh ho!
                  He dances and sings
                  To the sound of his wings
          With a hey and a heigh and a ho.

          Oh, who is so merry, so airy, heigh ho!
          As the light-headed fairy? heigh ho,
                        Heigh ho!
                  His nectar he sips
                  From the primroses' lips
          With a hey and a heigh and a ho.

          Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!
          As the light-footed fairy? heigh ho,
                        Heigh ho!
                  The night is his noon
                  And his sun is the moon,
          With a hey and a heigh and a ho.
                                    --UNKNOWN.


THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE

          When I was sick and lay a-bed,
          I had two pillows for my head,

          And all my toys beside me lay
          To keep me happy all the day.

          And sometimes for an hour or so
          I watched my leaden soldiers go,

          With different uniforms and drills,
          Among the bed-clothes through the hills;

          And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
          All up and down among the sheets;

          Or brought my trees and houses out,
          And planted cities all about.

          I was the giant great and still
          That sits upon the pillow-hill,

          And sees before him, dale and plain,
          The pleasant land of counterpane.
                               --ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON.


MY SHADOW

          I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
          And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
          He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
          And I see him jump before me when I jump into my bed.

          The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow--
          Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
          For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
          And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.

          He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
          And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
          He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see;
          I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me.
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Literature for Children

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