Short Poems

Honour thy parents; but good manners call
Thee to adore thy God, the first of all.

The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other:
The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother.
The moon on my left and the dawn on my right.
My brother, good morning: my sister, good night.

Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works for its living,
And a child that's born on the Sabbath day
Is fair and wise and good and gay.

Milo's from home; and, Milo being gone,
His lands bore nothing, but his wife a son:
Why she so fruitful, and so bare the field?
The lands lay fallow, but the wife was till'd.

A MILLION little diamonds
Twinkled on the trees;
And all the little maidens said:
" A jewel, if you please! "
But while they held their hands outstretched,
To catch the diamonds gay,
A million little sunbeams came,
And stole them all away.

Sweetest li'l' feller, Ev'rybody knows Dunno what to call him, But he
mighty lak' a rose! Lookin' at his Mammy Wid eyes so shiny blue, Mek'you think that heav'n Is
comin' clost ter you! W'en he's dar asleepin', In his li'l' place, Think I see de angels
Lookin' thro' de lace, W'en de dark is fallin', W'en de shadders creep,
Den dey comes on tiptoe Ter kiss 'im in his sleep. Sweetest li'l' feller,
Ev'rybody knows; Dunno what to call 'im, But he mighty lak' a rose!
Lookin' at his Mammy Wid eyes so shiny blue, Mek' you think that heav'n Is comin' clost ter you!

Methinks all things have travelled since you shined,
But only Time, and clouds, Time's team, have moved;
Again foul weather shall not change my mind,
But in the shade I will believe what in the sun I loved.

Master I have, and I am his man,
Gallop a dreary dun;
Master I have, and I am his man,
And I'll get a wife as fast as I can;
With a heighly gaily gamberally,
Higgledy piggledy, niggledy, niggledy,
Gallop a dreary dun.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.

Man's life is well compared to a feast,
Furnished with choice of all variety;
To it comes Time; and as a bidden guest
He sets him down, in pomp and majesty;
The three-fold Age of man the waiters be.
Then with an earthen voider (made of clay)
Comes Death, and takes the table clean away.