Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1860-06-14
LTFTLE LULY.



She slts ln her chair IN the chamber,
a mlunikin meody and mild,
And old people seem 70 Be puzzled
~ seeing our serious child,
she Focks 70 the hymns she Is humming,
And Al )omily hxea her gaze
On figures that dash IN the arelight,
And foat IN the fhncifpl blaze. .-
To birds N the parlor she prattles--
rhs painted birds up On the wall,
And spreads fer them daily such dainties
AZ berries aud water for all
Then closing the door very gently,
She takes at che key-h0le keep,
she Gays they are eating and drinking,
She saw them 90 once IN her alesp.
She lolls on the door BY the fender,
And gives the Old Lion a hug
This Oid Lion woven "a WoFsfsd-
That lies on the new parloF rug.
She pats him and calls him "Old Fellow"
And tella rs she saw him on guard,
At the gate for the bug. -boos coming
One night when twas showing 50 hard
She cuts up her calico pieces
Aud seWs on her curious things,
And working her whimsical patterns,
She aits By the seamstrosl and sings.
Her babies have all pretty names too,
She dresses them up every day,
And each has its place and la plaything,
And each its particular play.
When sometimes she gives them party,
vi The hsss men are bid 70 the aHall, /"
The Eings and the Queens and the Bishops
Are brought % the hlby house Ball.
The knight never goes IN the parlor,
But stands on the outside Of course,
The ladies eXprogsing-says Lnly-
Regrets chat he can't leave his horse.
When supper comes on In the evening,
She works with farcical zest
And keeps up the party quite gaily
BY talking for Hostess and Guest.
The KinE ~ the head Of the table,
The Queen a the opposite place,
All standing In stGteliest order
She makes the Old Bishop say grace.
My LuIy had lost a young playmate,
The last of lingering race,
We.esrried her down 70 the cedars,
The bosky old burial place
she clung 70 me closer that evening,
said 'sfnthor, when Luly shall die,
Dong c0yerher up In the graveyard,
10 keep per away from the sky
Itoid net the gave was Gods garden,
To plant out HIS prettiest aoWers,
Featthenee they were moved IN His mercy
To bloom in His beautiful bowers.
The blossoms He buries In winter,
And covers In snow from the cold
SO like the shroud wrapped around Cary,
The sunlight Of spring VIII unfold
Thateven the lOveliest lily, .a
That lolled ON the LATEST wave,
In winter time buries its beauty,
And blooms again blanched In the grave
A smile IN her pretty eyes played then,
AmoWent forgetting her pain,
The tears seemed TO sparkle with gladness,
Like sunshine when streaming through RiT
See said she was dreaming so sweetly,
Last night in her nice little bed,
That standing on clouds In the starlight
The heavens were touching her head.
That then came the dear little Cary,
But only to kiss through the blue
As of at the pane In the window
Your Luly plays kissing with you.
Tasked her show Cary had enteredg'
She said with her serious air
The moon, suppose, did just open,
And God carried Cary through there.
Oh, Luly, my dear litrle angel
God grant that we both may be blest
That the moon which has opened for Cary
May soon roll away for the rest
thank Thee, 0 Father Of Heaven,
Because for the prudent and wise,
Thou hidest those things Thou reyealest
To babes with their heavenly guise
Him who Is invisible seeing,
They walk IN q glorious light
And even so let L be, Father,
FOrs itseeIns good in Thy sight