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How beautiful on harvest slopes,
To see the sunshine lie;
Where yellow shocks stands high!
Oh, yes! I love the sunshine!
Like kindness or like mirth, Upon a human countenance,
Is sunshine on the earth!
9. THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF,
“Oh! call my brother back to me!
I cannot play alone;
Where is my brother gone?
The butterfly is glancing bright,
Across the sunbeam's track;
Oh! call my brother back!
The flowers run wild the flowers we sow'd
Around our garden tree;
Oh! call him back to me!"
"He would not hear thy voice, fair child,
He may not come to thee;
On earth no more thou'lt see!
“A rose's brief bright life of joy:
Such unto him was given:
Thy brother is in heaven!"
“And has he left his birds and flowers;
And must I call in vain ?
Will he not come again?
“And by the brook and in the glade,
Are all our wanderings o'er?
9. THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE.
When I was sick and lay a-bed ,
And sometimes for an hour or so
And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
I was the giant great and still
R. L. STEVENSON. 10. YOUTH AND MANHOOD.
Youth, that pursuest with such eager pace
Thy even way,
Then stay! oh, stay!
Pause and luxuriate in thy sunny plain;
A second boy.
The hills of manhood wear a noble face,
When seen from far;
Hides what they are.
Thou canst not know,
Dead fields of snow.
Pause, while thou mayst, nor deem that fate thy gain,
Which, all too fast,
11. DOLLY AND DICK.
Dolly came into the meadow
And sat on the grass to cry;
And the yellow buttercups die.
The little birds heard her sobbing;
Their songs broke off in surprise:
That she had such sorrowful eyes ?
"I am unhappy !" cried Dolly,
Sobbing aloud in despair; "I fought with Dick in the garden,
And pulled out a lot of his hair."
Softly there flew down a robin
A dear little redbreast bird;
Of a pool which the wind has stirred:
“After the night comes the morning,
After the winter the spring: We can begin again, Dolly,
And be sorry for everything.
"It is a pity to quarrel;
I think it never is right:
You can make it up in the night.
“We love, and so we are happy;
No beautiful thing ever ends : 'Tis good to cry and be sorry,
But better to kiss and be friends."
Dolly stopped crying to listen,
But the robin had flown away. “I'll go and say I am sorry
I quarrelled with Dick to-day.”
“What made you come back ?” asked Dicky,
As they kissed on the nursery stairs. “I met,” said Dolly, "a robin Who, I think, was saying his prayers."
E. CoxHEAD. 12. A CHILD'S SONG.
“I see the Moon, and the Moon sees me,
Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving ?
Over the sea.
All that love me.
Are you tired with rolling, and never
Resting to sleep?
Wishing to weep?
Ask me not this, little child! if you
You are too bold;
And do as I'm told.
Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving?
Over the sea.
13. THE TREASURES OF THE DEEP.
What hidest thou in thy treasure-caves and cells,
We ask not such from thee.