SUPPOSE. UPPOSE the little cowslip SUP Should hang its golden cup, And say, "I'm such a tiny flower, I'd better not grow up"; How many a weary traveler Would miss its fragrant smell; And many a little child would grieve To lose it from the dell. Suppose the little breezes, Should think themselves too small Who would not miss the smallest And think they made a great mistake, Suppose the little dewdrop Upon the grass should say, "What can a little dewdrop do? I'd better roll away.” The blade on which it rested, Before the day was done, Without a drop to moisten it, Would wither in the sun. How many deeds of kindness A little child can do, Although it has but little strength And little wisdom, too! It wants a loving spirit, Much more than strength, to prove How many things a child may do For others by its love. -Selected. THE ARBUTUS. T trailed on a sheltered hillside I in a grew woodland fern, And the sunbeam's warm kisses fell on it, With its warm tears the little face kissed, -Selected. R WISHING. ING-TING! I wish I were a primrose, A bright yellow primrose blooming in the spring! The wandering bee to love me, The fern and moss to creep across, Nay- stay! I wish I were an elm-tree, The sun and moonshine glance in, no! I wish I were a robin, A robin or a little wren, everywhere to go; And ask no leave or pardon, Till winter comes with icy thumbs To ruffle up our wings! Well — tell! Where should I fly to, Where go to sleep in the dark wood or dell? Before a day was over, Home comes the rover, Snowflakes were flying, Soft chins a-quiver, Brave little pansies, Spite of their fears, Baby, what does the robin say, With a heart all merry and strong. STA MAY. TARTING, starting from the earth, Wakened from their winter's sleep Now we know that May hath come, Robin lilts his sweetest song, Bluebird 's knocking at the door, Golden sunshine, silver rain, Each its work is doing. |