When loud the bumblebee makes haste, And goldenrod is dying fast, And lanes with grapes are fragrant; When gentians roll their fingers tight When on the ground red apples lie When all the lovely wayside things When springs run low, and on the brooks, Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush When comrades seek sweet country haunts, And count like misers, hour by hour, O sun and skies and flowers of June, -Helen Hunt Jackson. OCTOBER'S PARTY. CTOBER gave a party; OCT The leaves by hundreds came, The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples, And leaves of every name. The sunshine spread a carpet, The Chestnuts came in yellow, In scarlet looked their best. All balanced to their partners Then in the rustic hollow At hide-and-seek they played; The party closed at sundown And everybody stayed. Professor Wind played louder; And then the party ended - Song Stories for Little Folk. WH LITTLE BY LITTLE. HILE the new years come, and the old years go, All things grow, and all decay Little by little passing away. Low on the ground an acorn lies Long, long ago, when the world was new; Cities of coral under the sea Little by little are builded, while so The new years come and the old years go. Little by little all tasks are done; So are the crowns of the faithful won, So is heaven in our hearts begun. With work and with weeping, with laughter and play, Little by little, the longest day And the longest life are passing away Passing without return, while so The new years come and the old years go. P -Selected. "G A CHANCE. IVE me a chance," an acorn said, 66 And I'll grow to a mighty tree, And then, perchance, on a summer's day, In my shadow I'll shelter thee." "Give me a chance," said the rose-bush small, "And I'll bloom with a beauty rare, And out of my heart in its gratitude "Give me a chance," said a bobolink, "And I'll sing you a merry song, That will throb in your heart like a bit of heaven Throughout your whole life long." "Give me a chance," said a little child, "And I'll touch that heart of thine, And thou wilt feel as once thou felt When the world was all divine." A THE CHESTNUT BURR WEE little nut lay deep in its nest Of satin and brown, the softest and best, Now the house was small where the cradle lay, This little nut grew, and erelong it found And soon the house that had kept it warm But the little tree, as it waiting lay, - Selected. C% NUTTING. OME, Robert and Harry, come, Lily and May! With every breath of the keen, frosty breeze, Brown chestnuts are dropping from all the high trees. Come here with your bags and your big baskets, quick, |