Eliza Lee Follen Poems

In little Annie's garden
Grew all sorts of posies;
There were pinks, and mignonette,
And tulips, and roses.
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The sun is up, the sun is up,
Sing merrily we, the sun is up.
The birds they sing,
Upon the wing,
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'Butterflies are pretty things,
Prettier than you or I;
See the colors on his wings;
Who would hurt a butterfly?'
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There was a little boy,
And he had a piece of bread,
And he put his little cap
On his head, head, head.
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Sleep, my baby, sleep, my boy;
Rest your little weary head;
'Tis your mother rocks her baby
In his little cradle bed.
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I have a little doll;
I take care of her clothes;
She has soft flaxen hair;
And her name it is Rose.
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Here, from this little hillock, in days long since gone by,
Glanced over hill and valley the Sachem's eagle eye;
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I.
'Stop! stop! pretty water,'
Said Mary one day,
To a frolicsome brook
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Hail, noble captive! king of birds!
What tongue can tell thy misery!
Were thy dumb sorry put in words,
What heart that would not pity thee?
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Hark! what sweetly solemn sound
Rises on the morning air?
Shedding gentle peace around,
And stilling busy earthly care.
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