Sing, riding 's a joy! For me I ride.

Rats They fought the dogs and killed the cats, And bit the babies in the cradles, And ate the cheeses out of the vats, And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles. Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats.

I have lived, And seen God's hand thro a life time, And all was for the best.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.

How very hard it is to be a Christian!

'Tis only when they spring to Heaven that angels reveal themselves to you.

Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The day's at the morn Morning's at seven, The Hill side's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing The snail's on the thorn God's in his heaven- All's right with the world