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Golden Rules for Living for adults as well as children

(Author Unknown.)

If you open it, close it.
If you turn it on, turn it off.
If you unlock it, lock it up.
If you break it, admit it.
If you can't fix it, call someone who can.
If you borrow it, return it.
If you value it, look after it.
If you make a mess, clean it up.
If you move it, put it back.
If it belongs to someone else, get permission to use it.
If you don't know how to operate it, leave it alone.
If it's none of your business, don't ask questions.


Seligor's Castle introduces you to:
An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes 
By the wonderful Joan Gale Thomas


A is for AngelSTANDS FOR ANGEL

A STANDS FOR ANGEL 


Joan Gale Thomas was born in 1910 in Gerrard's Cross, Buckinghamshire, England. She studied art at the Chelsea Illustrators Studio. After illustrating books for other authors, she wrote and illustrated her first book A Stands for Angel in 1939. In 1941, she married Richard Robinson, also an author and illustrator and began writing series books under the name of Joan Gale Robinson. However, she continued to write secular picture books using the name Thomas. Two of her most famous series were about a teddy bear named Teddy Robinson and a small girl named Mary-Mary. Both series were part of the Reading with Mother series published by Harrap in London. Ms. Robinson died in 1988.


A is for Angel STANDS FOR ANGEL
By Joan Gale Thomas
Met on the stairs

A is for Angel stands for Angel,
With shining white wings,
Who drives away shadows
And frightening things.

I'm never afraid
If it's dark on the stairs,
Or think that the shadows
Are goblins or bears,

For I know there's and angel
Who waits at the bend,
To see that I'm safe
Till I get to the end.
Little Angel


As ths little adventure of Rhymes is 26 pages long,
I will do them a few at a time, and over two pages.

An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes
By Joan Gale Thomas

G STANDS FOR BABY

B is for Baby

G Stands for Baby,
And Bethleham, too,
The Baby is Jesus -
I dare say you knew
:


And Bethlehem town
Is a place far away,
Where Jesus was born
On the first Christmas Day.

O little town of Bethlehem

An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes
By Joan Gale Thomas

C is for Carols IS FOR CAROLS

C is for Carols

C is for Carols is for Carols
And Christmas night,
And the crib in the church
In the candlelight:
We looked in the crib,
And there we saw
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep in the straw:

And angels and shepherds
Were standing around,
And Mary and Joseph
Both knelt on the ground.
So we knelt and prayed
In the candlelight:
'God bless us all
This Christmas night.'

We knelt on the ground

An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes
By Joan Gale Thomas

D for Donkeys  FOR THE DONKEYS

D For the Donkeys.

D for Donkeys For the Donkeys,
Both ragged and grey,
Who live in the meadow
Just over the way.
They stand by the gate
And nibble the grass,
And watch all the horses
And riders that pass.

They used to look lonely
And sad, in a way;
But they wont anymore -
For I told them today
How a long time ago
A donkey like him
Carried Jesus, the King,
To Jerusalem.


I love Donkeys

An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes
By Joan Gale Thomas

E STANDS FOR EVERYONE

E Is for Everyone

E stands for Everyone,
Me and you,
All people and children,
And animals too

Estands for Everyone,
Great and small:
And the Lord God who made us,
He loves us all.

Angel with a Lamb

An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes
By Joan Gale Thomas

F for Fruits FOR THE FRUITS

F for the fruits and flowers

F for Fruits or the Fruits and the Flowers so gay

We took to the church on Festival Day.

Some roses I carried, and five ripe plums,

And others took grapes and chrysanthemums.

And armfuls of poppies and corn we brought,

And fruits and flowers of every sort.

And up to the church on the hill we all went,

To thank the good Lord for the Harvest He'd sent.

Angel


Please have a short break and sing along with these few

Sunday Songs from all over the world.

An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes
By Joan Gale Thomas

G is for Grace  STANDS FOR GRACE

Thanks

 

G is for GraceStands for Grace

Before I begin my dinner each day.

I enjoy it so much - It would really be rude

If I didn't say Thank You to God for my food.

- the words that I say

We knelt on the ground

An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes
By Joan Gale Thomas

H STANDS FOR HOME

Home

H  Stands for Home, the place where I dwell -

There's no other place that I love quite so well.

I love every corner and window and wall;

But the people inside it I love most of all.

Home

An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes
By Joan Gale Thomas

I In the stable on a bed of hay

The Nativity


I  was the Inn where long ago

Joseph and Mary tried to go:

But the inn was full in Bethlehem,

And nobody there had room for them.

So Joseph and Mary and Jesus lay

In the stable room, on a bed of hay.

The Inn

An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes
By Joan Gale Thomas

J is for Jesus is for Jesus

J  Is for Jesus

J is for Jesus is for Jesus who came to be

The Light of the World for you and for me

Dear Father of Jesus, I ask you to take

My heart, which I offer for Jesus' sake.

Lamb

An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes
By Joan Gale Thomas

K for the Kings

K for the Kings

K for the Kings who night and day

Followed the star from far away:

Each in his arms His gift did hold,

Of myrrh and frankincense and gold.

They followed the star, till it guided them

To the stable place in Bethlehem;

And there they found, in an ox's stall,

The Babe who was born to be King of them all.

K for the Kings

An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes
By Joan Gale Thomas

is for the Lamb

L was the Lamb

was the Lamb who was standing by

when theangels appeared in the midnight sky:

He heard the good tidings the angels did sing,

Of peace on the earth and the newly born King;

So he followed the shepherds to Bethlehem,

And went to worship the King with them;

For though he was little he also knew

That the King was only a Baby too.

Lamb

An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes
By Joan Gale Thomas

m IS FOR MANGER

Is this the Manger

m was the Manger where Jesus lay,

Cosy and warm with a pillow of hay;

And M is for Mary who sat close by,

And sang Him to sleep with a lullaby.

Angel with the new born babe



SELIGOR'S CASTLE

Before we continue with the Sunday Alphabet, a couple of very sweet verses for children, the first one is by a gentleman named OGDEN NASH (1902 - 1971)

Morning Prayer

Now another day is breaking,
Sleep was sweet and so was waking.
Dear Lord, I promised you last night
Never again to sulk or fight.
Such vows are easier to keep
When a child is sound asleep,
Today, O Lord, for your dear sake,
I'll try to keep them when awake.
                                                                          The Brilliant Ogden Nash


An Evening Prayer

Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.

Now the darkness gathers,
Stars begin to peep,
Birds, and beasts and flowers
Soon will be asleep.

Jesus, give the weary
Calm and sweet repose;
With Thy tenderest blessing
May mine eyelids close.

Grant to little children
Visions bright of Thee;
Guard the sailors tossing
On the deep, blue sea.

Comfort those who suffer,
Watching late in pain;
Those who plan some evil
From their sin restrain.

Through the long night watches
May Thine angels spread
Their white wings above me,
Watching round my bed.

When the morning wakens,
Then may I arise
Pure, and fresh, and sinless
In Thy holy eyes.

Glory to the Father,
Glory to the Son,
And to Thee, blest Spirit,
While all ages run.

Words by: Sabine Baring Gould

“Under His wings you will find refuge…You will not fear the terror of night.” Psalm 91:4-5


Design by Diddily Dee Dot for Dreamland


An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes 

By the wonderful Joan Gale Thomas

N is for Noel stands for NOEL

The carols you hear at Christmas time

N is for Noel  Is Noel,

The carol you hear

When Christmas time

Is drawing near.


The angels sang it

First, you know,

Nearly two thousand

Years ago;


And still we sing it

Just the same,

To tell the world

How Jesus came.

Lamb

"We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we
forget that they are already someone today."
An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes
By the wonderful Joan Gale Thomas


O was the Ox Was the Ox

O was the Ox

O was the Ox was the Ox

So Patient and mild,

Who gave up his stall

For the Holy Child.


He didn't know why

The Baby had come,

For no one had told him

Of God and his Son ;


And yet, when he saw

All the light shining round,

He knew it was Jesus,

And knelt on the ground.

Oh Little Town of Bethlehem.

An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes

By the wonderful Joan Gale Thomas

P is for Prayers Is for Prayers

My Prayers

P is for Prayers Stands for Prayers

That I say every night

Before I'm tucked up

And they turn out the light.


"Bless mummy and daddy,

And all girls and boys,

An please make me better,

And bless all my toys:


And if I've been naughty

Forgive me again,

And I'll try to be better

Tomorrow. Amen.".

Angel Prayers

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An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes 

By the wonderful Joan Gale Thomas

Q is for Quiet is for Quiet

Q is for Quiet

Q is for Quiet Is the Quiet,

So silent and still,

That lives in the church

On top of the hill.

I don't mean on Sunday,

When matin bell rings,

For then there's a service

And everyone sings


But on Monday or Tuesday,

When no one's around,

I've crept in alone

And there isn't a sound:

There's nothing I know

That's so peaceful and still

As the quiet that lives

In the church on the hill.

Christmas Angel

An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes

By the wonderful Joan Gale Thomas


R is the Rain - Is the Rain

R is the Rain

R is the Rain Is the Rain

That's falling again

In shining streaks

On the window pane;

So I can't go out -

But I'm trying to think

That it's nice for the fields

To be getting a drink.

And if I keep watching,

Perhaps by and by

A rainbow may come

And brighten the sky.

R is the Rainrain waters the plants

An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes 

By the wonderful Joan Gale Thomas

Tiny StarTiny StarTiny StarTiny StarTiny StarTiny Star

S is for Stars Is for Stars

That twinkle and peep

When the rest of the world

Is fast asleep -

God's little candles

High up in the skies,

They splutter and sparkle

And wink their bright eyes.

And S is the sleep

Tiny StarTiny StarTiny StarTiny StarTiny StarTiny Star

An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes

By the wonderful Joan Gale Thomas


T Is the Tree   Is the Tree

T Is the Tree


T Is the Tree   Is the Tree

That shines so bright

As we light the candles

On Christmas night.


A candle for you

And a candle for me,

And presents for all

On my Christmas Tree.

Christmas Angel

An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes

By the wonderful Joan Gale Thomas

U is for the Universe Is the Universe

U is for the Universe

U is for the Universe  Is the Universe,

Stars, Earth, and Sun,

And all things created

Since time was begun.


How great and mighty

The Maker must be

To think of a person

As little as me.

U is for the Universe

An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes

By the wonderful Joan Gale Thomas

V is the VerseIs the Vicar


V is the Verse

Is the Vicar who comes to tea

And lifts me up to sit on his knee:

He tells me tales of the three Wise Men,

And Daniel who went in the lion's den;

And many more, and when they're done

He always tells a special one

About a baby (perhaps you'll guess,)

He christened her once in a long white dress;

And I was that baby he used to know :

But that was years and years ago.

Z could mean Zest, or a Zoo or a Zebra


An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes 

By the wonderful Joan Gale Thomas

W could be for Worshipping for Worship

W could be for Worshipping

 W could be for Worshipping Stands for Worshipping;

Just thanking God for everything,

And praising Him as children should,

and asking Him to make us good.

W could be for Worshipping



An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes

By the wonderful Joan Gale Thomas


X is a letter!is a Letter

X is a letter!

X is a letter! is a letter that's used such a lot,

it depends where it is if you like it or not.

When X is a cross, how sorry it looks

Besides the mistakes in exercise books :

But I'm sure you'll agree it looks very much better,

When X is the kiss at the end of a letter

X is a letter!


An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes

By the wonderful Joan Gale Thomas

Y is just for YOU is for YOU

Y is just for YOU

Y is just for YOU stands for You and you'll see if you look,

That you've nearly arrived at the end of this book


One page to go then you're reading it through,

And I hope you've enjoyed it it's written for YOU.

Books are made for reading



An Alphabet of Sunday Rhymes

By the wonderful Joan Gale Thomas

   Z is for Zest  For a word

Z could mean Zest, or a Zoo or a Zebra

Z is for Zest for a word isn't easy to find,

but "Zest" is the word that I have in my mind

If you really work hard with a Z for a Zest,

I think it just means that you're doing your best.

Z could mean Zest, or a Zoo or a Zebra


DIDDILY DEE DOT'S DREAMLANDMoon

Hans Christian Andersen

(1840)

Introduction

      It is a strange thing, when I feel most fervently and most deeply, my hands and my tongue seem alike tied, so that I cannot rightly describe or accurately portray the thoughts that are rising within me; and yet I am a painter; my eye tells me as much as that, and all my friends who have seen my sketches and fancies say the same.

      I am a poor lad, and live in one of the narrowest of lanes; but I do not want for light, as my room is high up in the house, with an extensive prospect over the neighbouring roofs. During the first few days I went to live in the town, I felt low-spirited and solitary enough. Instead of the forest and the green hills of former days, I had here only a forest of chimney-pots to look out upon. And then I had not a single friend; not one familiar face greeted me.

      So one evening I sat at the window, in a desponding mood; and presently I opened the casement and looked out. Oh, how my heart leaped up with joy! Here was a well-known face at last—a round, friendly countenance, the face of a good friend I had known at home. In, fact, it was the Moon that looked in upon me. He was quite unchanged, the dear old Moon, and had the same face exactly that he used to show when he peered down upon me through the willow trees on the moor.

     I kissed my hand to him over and over again, as he shone far into my little room; and he, for his part, promised me that every evening, when he came abroad, he would look in upon me for a few moments. This promise he has faithfully kept. It is a pity that he can only stay such a short time when he comes. Whenever he appears, he tells me of one thing or another that he has seen on the previous night, or on that same evening.

     “Just paint the scenes I describe to you”—this is what he said to me—“and you will have a very pretty picture-book.” I have followed his injunction for many evenings. I could make up a new “Thousand and One Nights,” in my own way, out of these pictures, but the number might be too great, after all. The pictures I have here given have not been chosen at random, but follow in their proper order, just as they were described to me. Some great gifted painter, or some poet or musician, may make something more of them if he likes; what I have given here are only hasty sketches, hurriedly put upon the paper, with some of my own thoughts, interspersed; for the Moon did not come to me every evening— a cloud sometimes hid his face from me.

     Here is the - Thirty Second -  Evening of  "What the Moon Saw"   
by HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN.Written in 1840






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