Morning-Glories

"Daisy and Wee,Come here, and seeWhat a dainty feast is spread:Down in the grassWhere fairies pass,Here are berries ripe and red.

All wet with dew,They wait for you:Come hither, and eat your fill,While I gayly sing.In my airy swing,And the sun climbs up the hill."

"'Cold winds may blow,And snows may fall,But well we knowGod cares for all.'"

"Brindle and Bess,White-star and Jess—Come, butter, come!Eat cowslips fine,Red columbine—Come, butter, come!Grasses, green and tall,Clover, best of all,—Come, butter, come!And give every nightMilk sweet and white—Come, butter, come!Make the churn go.See the lumps grow!—Come, butter, come!"