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L rriF E children, do you know,
In the soft spring weather-
When the sunshine and the flowers
CmeO hand in ha mtogL uthcr?
Little children, can you hear
"Vhat the sunshine sayeth-
As among the young green leaves
Lox ingly it platyeth ?
Little chillren, pause awhile,
Listen to its voice,
For it whispers tenderly,
Saying, Rejoice Rejoice !
" Little children, 'tis the time,
Now of your spring weather ;
When your youth and innocence
Walk hand in hand together.
Little children, in the spring
All is joy and gladness,
But autumn days and falling leaves
Bring soberness and sadness.
0' Little children, make the most
Of your bright spring weather,
That wisdom may with riper years,
Come hand in hand together."
"I AM tired of play," said Freddy,
"And the sun willshine so hot,
I cannot use my bat and ball;
I wish that it would not !
I cannot bowl my nice round hoop,
Or even play at ball;
I wish the sun would go away,
Or would not shine at all !"
"What grumbling, little Freddy e
Come and sit here in the shade :
See what a pleasant shadow
This fine oak-tree has made.
The sun you wish to go away
Is doing so much good,
For without the sun, my Freddy,
We could not get nice food.
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"The corn that now is growing green
Will turn to gold and red,
If the sun will go on shining,
And from corn, you know, comes bread.
Then the nice fruits in the garden
Would rot away and fall-
If the sun did not shine on them
They could not grow ripe at all.
"And if the sun brought out no flowers
What would the poor bees do ?
They'd have no honey for themselves,
And none, my boy, for you I
I think-not very long ago-
You cried when it was night,
But don't you know that from the sun
We get our pleasant light."
That evening, as they sat at tea,
Some strawberries did appear;
The gardener picked and brought them in,
The first fruit of the year.
And as his mother gave him some
Freddy was heard to say,
I'm very glad indeed, mamma,
The sun did shine to-day."
Te rluaves that we% call dead. r 7
\\h;at a c'nr et th:'v can Imake,
For little dancing feet !
I love the woods in autumn
After the summer heat.
Plump there fell a ripe nut,
A chestnut smooth and brown ;
I'm glad it did not hit me,
As it came tulbling dvt k
But see, here comes a squirrel
To fetch the nut that fell,
And in that hollow tree
Is the nest where he does dwell.
Hie is getting food for winter,
For then he likes to doze
In his warm and cozy bed
"WVit his tail wver his eose.
11 7.' FR.
SEE, the snow is falling
Softly to the ground,
All around it droppeth,
And without a sound,
Save a little flutter
In the cold, still air,
As it tumbles earthwards,
All the earth grows whiter,
Trees no more are bare,
Snow has softly covered.
Them with tender care.
Now it has stopped falling,
Let us quickly go;
Nicely it will warm us
To make a man of snow.
THE EL VES.
FAR away in the wood, .
Be it understood,
There live the little elves,
Where the tall trees meet
In the summer sweet
They have it all to themselves.
"Their banquet is spread
On a mushroom's head,
And they drink out of buttercups gold.
They are frugal, too, '
For their drink is dew,
And their cheeses are made of mallows;
With roast bees' stings,
And butterflies' wings,
And minnows caught in the shallows.
These little elves dwell
In a mossy cell,
They dread neither heat nor cold;
In frolicsome play
They pass the day,
For they never get sick or old.
By day they sail
On the squirrel's tail,
Or ride on the 'wallow or swift;
Or on lilies float
Like a tiny boat,
And down the rivulet drift.
Or they dance and sing
In a fairy ring,
Or at hide-and-seek they play;
Or hold small schools
On wee toadstools,
And so they pass the day.
But in the night
When the moon shines bright,
The elves come creeping out,
And mount with a howl
On the big brown owl,
And on her they ride about.
Or they hunt for rats
On -.reat black cats,
... which they guide with bridle and bit ;
Or read, in their cave,
Books learned and grave,
And by glow-v,,i s their lamps are lit.
"What fun it would be
If we could see
Their gambols and their play,
And learn what deliglts
These little sprites,
Hlorw the p.n their time away I
We would do no ill,
But keep very still,
And watch their merry ways :
3ut they turnl quite shy
If a mortal comes by,
These curious little fays.
And I know fu'l well,
We ighlt search the (dell
From morning until night :
How they hi le a way
I cannot say,
Rit not one would come in sight !
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SIn IiIn and heartshine, Little feet tripping,
Both are thine, Gaily skipping,
Darling baby May : Life to thee is play;
Everything loves thee, Thou hast no sorrows,
Nothing reproves thee, No thought of morro\s,
SThree years old to-da Three years old to-day
Oil I come, let us wed,"
The Fire-King said,
" My palace is red with gold;
It is always light,
And we know no night,
And nobody suffers from cold.
The glowing heat,
Of coal or peat,
Shall never be known to fail;
And we'll play at ball
"With the sparks that fall,
And on the smoke we will sail.
S"When we laugh and shout
The people cry out,
' What a noise the fire is making !'
Dut little they know
(They are stupid and slow),
Hlow we mock them, with laughter shaking.
My palace so gay
Is changing always,
The coals are for ever dropping;
And the ashes grey
We shovel away,
And work without any stopping.
"Then oh I let us wed,"
The Fire-King said,
Let us wed, little mortal, to-morrow
My flame you may see
If you'll but look at me,
in Fireland we know of no
The dear little maid The king of the aiy :
"Felt a little afraid Is fresh aiid fair,
"As she sat by the blazing fire, And to all his palace is free;
Watching flame and spark His breath is life--
(For the room was dark), I will be his wife,
"As it mounted higher and higher. And he's waiting now for me."
Then she laughed, and said, The maiden, gay
As she shook her head, Sprang laughing away,
" I am rather afraid," said she, And left the Fire-King there,
That your palace bright, In his palace bright,
With its burning light, With its burning light,
Might perhaps not agree with me. Tearing his molten hair.
Ofttimes from your light But the other king,
We hide our sight, With a willow ring,
For in your careless play She wedded that very day ;
You're scorching brown And where they dwell,
Or burning down Nobody can tell,
Such things as come in your way. Yet I think I can hear her say- A
"So I will not wed," The king of the ai
The maiden said, Is fresh and fair,
"For all your palaces fair, And to all his palace is free;
'Neath your burning breath His breath is life,
I should scorch to death, And I am his wife,
And I love the king of the air. And I love him, and he l0v: "
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S A DEFERRED WEDDING.
THE larkspur and the marigold
Determined to be married ;
The swallow to the other flowers
The invitations carried.
The rose was asked, but she was told
To leave her thorns behind,
So as she could not manage that,
Politely she declined.
The lily was afraid to come,
It really was so far !
And she was much more delicate
Than other people are !
The violets were far too shy,
The primroses were dead,
The daisies thought that they could come,
The har.e:bell bent her beal.
lBut in th: end, no fl,.Iwers came,
Though the swallow evcr tarried";
So, the larkspurand the marigold .
Ilave n1,t, a; yet, bjten marrim ,]..
THE great red sun is getting up,
He mounts into the skies,
Hie looks into the children's room,
And makes them ope their eyes.
Then down they come, a merry troop,
To run about and play ;
So glad are they to see the sun,
And greet another day.
Some draw the water from the well,
Others the fire must light,
The eldest girl the table lays
With china clean and bright.
Then breakfast is a happy meal,
1 The children love it well,
And pleasantly the time goes by
Till out rings the school bell.
The great school clock ticks slowly on,
'Twill point at midday soon,
When the children have an hour for play,
The sun above tells noon.
OH, what a shout The children come Then, after that, what games they play,
All bounding out of school, And how they laugh and shout,
S They hear not now the teacher's voice, As in and out, and to and fro,
They care not now for rule. The children run about I
2 The sun is shining overhead, Some naughty boys have climbed the trees,
So each one seeks the shade Little birds' nests to find;
S Which, in a small and pleasant wood, They love to string the pretty eggs,
By tall beech-trees is made. Nor think the birds will mind.
And here the children set them down, Ding-dong ding-dong there goes the bell,
And each his dinner takes, The children run away;
Of bread and cheese, or bacon fat, Those naughty boys are late, so they
Dumplings, or currant cakes. Will get bad marks to-day.
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STE, the children are tired, And as thy a, ihey wtc- thu
Quite tir.d out with ihe day, At the light r.is in :ll.: -,
Tirdi, Icoarl.i.T their lessons, Who first shall see the firit ;*;r,
Tired, most of all, with play. The star they all love the b:_t.
The pgre:.i rei-i sun is sinking It comein they cry tg.,: ,r ;
To bed in th:e U;1ld;n west, It is there --the evcriinir, :li :
And c'.Lr'y SAl grk:- fainter And mother comes from the rottauc.,
As the pre:it world gcs to rest. To 'igze in the west afar.
Soulin, round the c-, t: iag doorstep, The children soon :.re d:eai.m;in,
The chliiildn their suppers t.ilk, In the west fades all te lii lh;
The rich milk tasUte delicious, T!_- shalows, of u:e turn slowly
The bread. is as 1 as cake. To the ri: shades f i-:..
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FAST asleep in their snug cots
The children are packed away; .;
Their voices no longer echo,
And silent the sounds of day.
Even the birds are sleeping,
And the bees are in their hive
The butterflies have closed their wings,
But the moths are all alive.
The bats go to and fro,
They are catching the moths for food,
For their little ones love dainty fare,
And they think the moths are good.
The owl now takes his flight,
He was blinking all the day,
But %.hen night comes he ventures out,
For then he can see his way.
Ah woe to the rat or mouse
That comes across his road,
And he even likes a bird or frog,
A snake, or spotted toad.
His strange, discordant cry
Upon the air is borne,
He flies all night, but will disappear
With the first faint streaks of dawn.
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