So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree, To you and to me, to you and to me; And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy, "Oh, the world's running over with joy! But long it won't be, Don't you know? Don't you see? -Lucy Larcom. Unless we are as good as can be." XIX. A LITTLE GIRL'S FANCIES. O LITTLE flowers! you love me so, That round the tree is creeping! O rushes by the river side! You bow when I come near you; 60 GRADED SELECTIONS FOR MEMORIZING. O pretty things! you love me so, I should not like to grieve you. My flowers, you need not shiver; I'm telling you I will not go, And I will make a promise, dears, True love (like yours and mine), they say, But year by year, and day by day, Keeps steadily increasing. --Poems written for a child. GRADED SELECTIONS. FOURTH YEAR. I. A DREARY place would be this earth, No little forms, like buds to grow, And make the admiring heart surrender; No little hands on breast and brow, To keep the thrilling love-chords tender. The sterner souls would grow more stern, And man to stoic coldness turn, And woman would be less than woman. Life's song, indeed, would lose its charm, -John G. Whittier. II. OVER and over again, No matter which way I turn, I must grind out the golden grain, I must work at my task with a resolute will III. THERE'S an odd little voice ever speaking within, It is sure to upbraid if we tell but a lie, IV. BEAUTIFUL faces are they that wear Beautiful hands are they that do Deeds that are noble, good, and true; Beautiful feet are they that go Beautiful children, if, rich or poor, They walk the pathways sweet and pure That lead to the mansion strong and sure. V. THOUGH but a trifle, something give 'Tis not how much, it is the will You have but little? Never say Then give a trifle cheerfully When thou wilt need it more. |