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Once Upon a Time and Other Child-Verses
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And then she talked of those merry times
She never could quite forget;
The Christmas cheer, the holly and yule —
She was hardly a Puritan yet.
She talked of those dear old English days,
With tears in her loving eyes;
And little Ruth heard like a Puritan child,
With a quiet though glad surprise.
But nevertheless she thought of her gift,
As much as would any ot you;
And busily round, each day of the week,
Her little spinning-wheel flew.
Tired little Ruth! but oh, she thought
She was paid for it after all,
When her mother gave her on Christmas Day
A little Puritan doll.
'Twas made of a piece of a homespun sheet,
Dressed in a homespun gown
Cut just like Ruth's, and a little cap
With a stiff white muslin crown.
A primly folded muslin cape —
I don't think one of you all
Would have been so bold as to dare to play
With that dignified Puritan doll.
Dear little Ruth showed her delight
In her pretty, quiet way;
She sat on her stool in the great fire-place,
And held her doll all day.
And then (she always said "good-night"
When the shadows began to fall,
She was so happy she went to sleep
Still holding her Puritan doll.
THE GIFT THAT NONE COULD SEE
THERE are silver pines on the win-
dow-pane,
A forest of them," said he;
"And a huntsman is there with a silver horn,
Which he bloweth right merrily.
"And there are a flock of silver ducks
A-flying over his head;
And a silver sea and a silver hill
In the distance away," he said.
"And all this is on the window-pane,
My pretty mamma, true as true!"
She lovingly smiled; but she looked not up,
And faster her needle flew.
A dear little fellow the speaker was —
Silver and jewels and gold,
Lilies and roses and honey-flowers,
In a sweet little bundle rolled.
He stood by the frosty window-pane
Till he tired of the silver trees,
The huntsman blowing his silver horn,
The hills and the silver seas;
And he breathed on the flock of silver ducks,
Till he melted them quite away;
And he saw the street, and the people pass —
And the morrow was Christmas Day.
"The children are out, and they laugh and
shout,
I know what it's for," said he;
"And they're dragging along, my pretty
mamma,
A fir for a Christmas-tree."
He came and stood by his mother's side:
"To-night it is Christmas Eve;
And is there a gift somewhere for me.
Gold mamma, do you believe?"
Still the needle sped in her slender hands:
"My little sweetheart," said she,
"The Christ Child has planned this Christ-
mas, for you,
His gift that you cannot see."
The boy looked up with a sweet, wise look
On his beautiful baby-face:
"Then my stocking I'll hang for the Christ
Child's gift,
To-night, in the chimney-place."
On Christmas morning the city through,
The children were queens and kings,
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