The Pixies on the Moor
Jerry
The Toys in the Cupboard
The Pencil's Story
New Year
Brother Francis
The Little Red Lamp
_The Little White Gate_
_A gate is made for shutting, and that is always right,
But only when it's black, and brown, NEVER when it's white,
Never when it's white, dears, and very tiny too;
It always must be open for the fairies to slip through!_
_They choose a little white gate became it's clean and neat,
They sit upon the topmost bar and swing their fairy feet;
And if you say you love them they'll make a fairy din,
And open wide the little gate and simply pull you in!_
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_FIELD AND GARDEN_
(_All the Year Round_)
_The First Lamb_
Take a bit of woolly stuff,
Kiss it till it's warm enough,
Roll it up with play and fun,
That's a lamb--a little one!
_The First Shoot_
He peeped up through the winter snow,
His little hands together--so,
I almost think I heard his prayer;
He did not know that I was there.
_The Bulb House_
The little bulb house is a house of brown,
Its doors are locked and its blinds are down
Winds may whistle and winds may creep,
The little brown house is a house of sleep.
But when the sun gives a golden knock
The blinds go up and the doors unlock.
The sleepy tenant will softly stir,
And throw off the garment that covers her.
And she will put on her dress with care,
A Hyacinth lady, tall and fair.
All this magic in scent and blue
You may buy in the shop for a copper or two!
_God's Pictures_
God keeps His pictures in the big Outside,
And some are narrow ones and some are wide.
I like His picture of the field the best,
With grass, and sky that meets it, and the rest
Of very lovely things I cannot name--
The hawthorn hedge around it is the frame.
_Yellow_
Of all the colours God has made
I love the pretty yellow shade--
The colour of canaries' wings,
Of baby ducks, and fluffy things;
I think He must have spilt the sun
Upon the darlings, every one!