VACATION. VACATION is coming, We all will be gay, To leave our worn school-books, We'll off to the country, We'll roam o'er the fields But quickly time passes, And then to our studies We'll cheerfully tend, Performing our duties, Thus please our dear friends. For all their kind efforts That we may improve, We will seek a report Deserving their love. THE FIGHTING BIRDS. Two little birds, in search of food, Flew o'er the fields, and skimmed the flood, - But who should take the prize they stróve; But now, a hawk, whose piercing sight And pouncing on their furious strife, Thus, when in discord brothers live, Yet no attention did it win By all these efforts made; For, though within its scarlet breast From this may I a hint obtain, THE VIOLET. Down in a green and shady bed Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, And yet it was a lovely flower, Yet there it was content to bloom, In modest tints arrayed; And there it spread its sweet perfume Within the silent shade. 'Then let me to the valley go, WORK AND PLAY. POOR children, who are all the day And only waste their time in play, Who do not any school attend, Are almost certain in the end Some play is good to make us strong, There's nothing worse than idleness Sometimes they learn to lie and cheat, These are the lessons in the street For those who idle there. But how much better 't is to learn INFINITE WISDOM. WHO taught the bees, when first they take So careful that they grow no more? Who taught the beavers to contrive Their huts, on banks so wisely planned, That in the winter they can dive From thence, and shun their foes from land? Who taught the spider's curious art, Stretching from twig to twig her line, Who taught the swallows when to take The wand'ring rooks to find their homes? |