. Home canzoni per piccoli . ch è il vento che porta il calore? Il vento sud, Katy, e mais crescerà e pesche arrossate per voi a mangiare, quando il sud comincia a soffiare. CANZONI DI CASA. 129 quale è il vento che porta la pioggia? Il vento est, Arty ; e i contadinaQueste vengono a tremare la corsia quando l'est comincia a soffiare. Qual è il vento che porta i fiori? Il vento ovest, Bessie; e morbido e basso gli uccelli cantano nelle ore estive, quando l'ovest comincia a soffiare. IL POJND E IL BF(OOK. BROOK VICINO, ha detto lo stagno, un giorno, perché fluisca così velocemente via? Il mese di giugno è il mese di h
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. Home songs for little people . ch is the wind that brings the heat? The south wind, Katy, and corn will grow And peaches redden for you to eat, When the south begins to blow. HOME SONGS. 129 Which is the wind that brings the rain? The east wind, Arty ; and farmers knowThat cows come shivering up the lane When the east begins to blow. Which is the wind that brings the flowers? The west wind, Bessie; and soft and lowThe birdies sing in the summer hours, When the west begins to blow. THE POJND AND THE BF(OOK. NEIGHBOR Brook, said the Pond, one day, Why do you flow so fast away ? Sultry June is hastening on, And then your water will all be gone. Nay, my friend, the Brook replied, Do not thus my conduct chide ;Shall I rather hoard than give?Better die than useless live. Summer came, and blazing JuneDried the selfish Pond full soon ;Not a single trace was seenWhere it had so lately been. But the Brook with vigor flowedSwift along its pebbly road, And the fragrant flowers aroundLoved to hear the happy sound. 130 HOME SONGS.. canthe pane. Here I ve been tapping outside to yon; Why do nt you come, if you re there ?The scuttles are shut, or I d dash right in, And stream down the attic stair. Ive washed the windows, Ive spattered the blinds, And that is not half I have done : HOME SONGS. 131 I bounced on the steps and sidewalks too, Till I made the good people run. I ve sprinkled your plant 011 the window-sill, So drooping and wan that looks;And dusty gutters, I ve filled them up Till they flow like running brooks. • I have been out in the country too, For there in glory am I;The meadows Ive swelled, and watered the corn, And floated the fields of rye. Out from the earth sweet odors I bring, I fill up the tubs at the spout;While, eager to dance in the puddlesmake, The bare-headed child runs out. The puddles are sweet to his naked feet, When the ground is heated through; If only you 11 open the window, dear, Ill make such a puddle for you. MRS. A. M. WELLS. 132 HOME SONGS. - J «
