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Poetry for children

Sigourney, L. H. (1791-1865)

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JUVENILE POETRY.
 
“Who made me?”
 
I must not teaze my Mother.
 
Morning Thoughts.
 
Thoughts at Sun-set.
 
The Dove.
 
Love to Brothers and Sisters.
 
Prayer at entering School.
 
Respect to Age.
 
Early Rising.
 
The Garden.
 
The Sabbath.
 
The grave of a Child.
 
Hymn for the children of an Orphan Asylum.
 
Baby's note to a Baby with a pair of coral bracelets.
 
Baby to a Baby with a New-Year's Present.
 
Mother and Boy.
 
Child of sixteen months old to a Cousin in Boston.
 
A little Girl to a little Boy on his removal to New-York.
 
Little Girl to a little Girl, with a basket of wild flowers.
 
A little Girl to her friend, with a present of the Rev. Mr. Gallaudet's “Book of the Soul.”
 
Little Girl to her Pet Lamb.
 
The Bee and Butterfly.
 
Aunt Nancy and her Parrot.
 
The Rat.
 
Dialogue between the Canary and Humming Bird.
 
Cat and Kittens.
 
The Dog.
 
The Stork.
 
The Gold Fish.
 
War.
 
Difference of Color.
 
Thoughts among Flowers.
 
Letter from a little Western Emigrant Girl.
 
Cheerfulness.
 
Motto for a painted Work-Box.
 
Birth-Day Verses.
 
Dialogue between Orphan Sisters.
 
Winter Thoughts.
 
Intemperance.
 
Life.
 
Entrance to a Sunday School.
 
“He is about my path,—and about my bed.”
 
Moses.
 
Samuel.
 
The Almighty.
 
“He feedeth the young ravens that cry.”
 
An Emblem.
 
Sunday School Hymn.
 
A Scripture Story.
 
Christ blessing the Children.
 
Death of the youngest Child.
 
Praise for religious Instruction.
 
Funeral Hymn for a Sunday School Scholar.
 
The First Martyr.
 
On a Child of two and a half years old, who wiped the tears of his Father with his dying hand.
 
The Infant's Prayer.
 
The Last Day in the Year.
 
New Year's Address to the Children of the United States.
 
Minerva's Prize.
 
A Mother's Grave.
 
A Prayer.

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Thoughts at Sun-set.

The sun hath gone to rest,
The bee forsakes the flower,
The bird doth hasten to its nest
Within the leafy bower.
Where have I been this day?
Into what follies run?
Forgive me, Father, when I pray
Through Jesus Christ thy Son.
When all my days are o'er,
And in the tomb I rest,
Oh, may my happy spirit soar
Up to a Saviour's breast.
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