I count my treasures o’er with car… The little toy my darling knew, A little sock of faded hue, A little lock of golden hair. Long years ago this holy time,

Keep me, I pray, in wisdom’s way That I may truths eternal seek; I need protecting care to-day,— My purse is light, my flesh is wea… So banish from my erring heart

Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Sou… The evening shades are falling,— Hush thee, my dear, dost thou not… The voice of the Master calling? Deep lies the snow upon the earth,

Since Chloe is so monstrous fair, With such an eye and such an air, What wonder that the world complai… When she each am’rous suit disdain… Close to her mother’s side she cli…

Her nature is the sea’s, that smil… A radiant maiden in the moon’s sof… The unsuspecting seaman sets his s… Forgetful of the fury of her gales… To-morrow, mad with storms, the oc…

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one nigh… Sailed off in a wooden shoe,— Sailed on a river of misty light Into a sea of dew. “Where are you going, and what do…

To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl… Strays o’er the meads where daisie… Or, ling’ring where the brooklets… Laves in the cool, refreshing flow… To-morrow, Thisbe, with a host

O mother-my-love, if you’ll give m… And go where I ask you to wander, I will lead you away to a beautifu… The Dreamland that’s waiting out… We’ll walk in a sweet posie-garden…

What perfumed, posie-dizened sirra… With smiles for diet, Clasps you, O fair but faithless… On the quiet? For whom do you bind up your tress…

All human joys are swift of wing For heaven doth so allot it That when you get an easy thing You find you haven’t got it. Man never yet has loved a maid,

Friend, by the way you hump yourse… And born in old Mizzourah, where… I, too, am a native of that clime,… Has doomed me to an exile far from… And I, who used to climb around a…

Oh, them days on Red Hoss Mounta… When the money flowed like likker,… When the nights wuz crisp ’nd balm… With the joints all throwed wide o… Oh, them times on Red Hoss Mount…

I thought myself indeed secure, So fast the door, so firm the lock… But, lo! he toddling comes to lure My parent ear with timorous knock. My heart were stone could it withs…

When the world is fast asleep, Along the midnight skies— As though it were a wandering clou… The ghostly dream-ship flies. An angel stands at the dream-ship’…

Out on the mountain over the town, All night long, all night long, The trolls go up and the trolls go… Bearing their packs and crooning a… And this is the song the hill-folk…