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- TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM. FROM HER BOY
- I. BED IN SUMMER
- II. A THOUGHT
- III. AT THE SEASIDE
- IV. YOUNG NIGHT THOUGHT
- V. WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN
- VI. RAIN
- VII. PIRATE STORY
- VIII. FOREIGN LANDS
- IX. WINDY NIGHTS
- X. TRAVEL
- XI. SINGING
- XII. LOOKING FORWARD
- XIII. A GOOD PLAY
- XIV. WHERE GO THE BOATS?
- XV. AUNTIE'S SKIRTS
- XVI. THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE
- XVII. THE LAND OF NOD
- XVIII. MY SHADOW
- XIX. SYSTEM
- XX. A GOOD BOY
- XXI. ESCAPE AT BEDTIME
- XXII. MARCHING SONG
- XXIII. THE COW
- XXIV. HAPPY THOUGHT
- XXV. THE WIND
- XXVI. KEEPSAKE MILL
- XXVII. GOOD AND BAD CHILDREN
- XXVIII. FOREIGN CHILDREN
- XXIX. THE SUN'S TRAVELS
- XXX. THE LAMPLIGHTER
- XXXI. MY BED IS A BOAT
- XXXII. THE MOON
- XXXIII. THE SWING
- XXXIV. TIME TO RISE
- XXXV. LOOKING-GLASS RIVER
- XXXVI. FAIRY BREAD
- XXXVII. FROM A RAILWAY CARRIAGE
- XXXVIII. WINTER-TIME
- XXXIX. THE HAYLOFT
- XL. FAREWELL TO THE FARM
- XLI. NORTH-WEST PASSAGE
- THE CHILD ALONE
- I. THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE
- II. MY SHIP AND I
- III. MY KINGDOM
- IV. PICTURE-BOOKS IN WINTER
- V. MY TREASURES
- VI. BLOCK CITY
- VII. THE LAND OF STORY-BOOKS
- VIII. ARMIES IN THE FIRE
- IX. THE LITTLE LAND
- GARDEN DAYS
- I. NIGHT AND DAY
- II. NEST EGGS
- III. THE FLOWERS
- IV. SUMMER SUN
- V. THE DUMB SOLDIER
- VI. AUTUMN FIRES
- VII. THE GARDENER
- VIII. HISTORICAL ASSOCIATIONS
- ENVOYS
- I. TO WILLIE AND HENRIETTA
- II. TO MY MOTHER
- III. TO AUNTIE
- IV. TO MINNIE
- V. TO MY NAME-CHILD
- VI. TO ANY READER
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- XXVII. GOOD AND BAD CHILDRENXXVII. GOOD AND BAD CHILDREN
XXVII. GOOD AND BAD CHILDREN
CHILDREN, you are very little,And your bones are very brittle;If you would grow great and stately,You must try to walk sedately.
You must still be bright and quiet,And content with simple diet;And remain, through all bewild'ring,Innocent and honest children.
Happy hearts and happy faces,Happy play in grassy places —That was how, in ancient ages,Children grew to kings and sages.
But the unkind and the unruly,And the sort who eat unduly,They must never hope for glory —Theirs is quite a different story!
Cruel children, crying babies,All grow up as geese and gabies,Hated, as their age increases,By their nephews and their nieces.
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