Project Gutenberg's Christmas Roses, by Lizzie Lawson and Robert Ellice Mack This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: Christmas Roses Author: Lizzie Lawson Robert Ellice Mack Release Date: May 29, 2008 [EBook #25634] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CHRISTMAS ROSES *** Produced by K. Nordquist, Jacqueline Jeremy and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.)
Robert Elice Mack
A BUNCH of Christmas Roses, dear,
To greet my fairest child,
I plucked them in my garden where
The drifting snow lay piled.
I DON’T believe that Santa Claus will come to you and me,”
Said little crippled Nell, “a’cause, we are so poor you see;
And then I don’t believe the ‘chimbley’s’ wide enough for him,
D’ye think that Santa Claus will come, when all the lights are dim.”
“Of course he comes to every one, dear, whether rich or poor;
Now go to bed dear Nell,” said Nan, “he’ll come to-night I’m sure.”
* * * * *
I HAVE a little Bunny with a coat as soft as down,
And nearly all of him is white except one bit of brown.
The first thing in the morning when I get out of bed,
I wonder if my Bunny’s still safe in his little shed.
IT’S Father’s boat we’re watching,
Away out on the sea,
She’s named the Pretty Polly,
One hundred and ninety three,
Father called her the Polly,
After Mother and me.
MY dears, whatever are you at?
You ought to be at home;
I told you not to wet your feet—
I told you not to roam.
WHO’S afraid of a cat?” said he;
“I’m not afraid of a cat.”
He was a bird who sat on a rail,
With five other birds, and this was his tale.
“I’m not afraid of a cat.”
POLLY’S the mate of the Nancy Lee,
And Tom is the skipper bold,
They sail together
In rough wind and weather,
And they are the crew, all told.
BRING Frost, bring Snow,
Bring us holly,
Bring joy at Christmas,
Off with Melancholy!
IT’S bedtime, bedtime, Cissy dear,
It’s time to put away,
Your little Noah’s ark dear
Until another day,
You know it isn’t right at all
To tire yourself with play.
YOU are a naughty pussy-cat,
I think it right to mention that,
To all who see your picture here,
’Twas you who broke my Bunny dear.
ONCE there lived, I’m not sure where,
May be Arcadee,
Sweet-Heart and his mistress fair,
Little He and She;
LITTLE Bo-peep has lost her Sheep,
(It’s a secret to you I’m confiding.)
At the end of the shelf,
Where she put them herself
Her Baa-lambs are safely hiding.
LIKE clouds that flit across the sky,
So follow hopes and fears.
What in these clouds see you and me
Dear Sweetheart, smiles or tears?
SHALL I sing you a song, not short and not long,
Of a story-book fairy who hides all among
The covers and leaves of your pictures and prints,
And colors them all with such beautiful tints?
THE tiny crocus is so bold
It peeps its head above the mould,
Before the flowers awaken,
To say that spring is coming, dear,
With sunshine and that winter drear
Will soon be overtaken.
THERE are days of summer sunshine,
Of warm and sunny weather,
When the hedge is full of hawthorn
And hills are glad with heather.
SHAKE hands, shake hands my little girl,”
Said Mister Crab to Nell,
“I’m very glad to meet you dear,
I hope you are quite well.
I think it’s very hot to-day,
I feel it in my shell.”
I HEAR a Song
I think ’tis a thrush’s.
He sings to the Wild Rose
See how she blushes!
ONLY half an hour or so
Before nurse calls them to bed,
And the ruddy light of a cheerful fire
Shines over each curly head.
Lithographed and printed by Ernest Nister of Nuremberg.