THE SNOW-SHOWER. "See, mamma, the crumbs are flying "T is from them the snow-flakes fall, Whitening hills and fields all over, Hanging from the fir-trees tall. Were it warm, 't would rain; but lo, Frost has changed the rain to snow." "If the robins food are needing, Oh, I hope to me they'll come; I should like to see them feeding On the window of my room: I'll divide with them my store, Much I wish I could do more." Mary Lundie Duncan. I don't know my letters, and what shall I do? For I've got a nice book, but I can't read it. through; O dear, how I wish that my letters I knew. A, And then B and C, as they stand in the row, One after another, as far as they go? For then I can read my new story, you know. Songs. 9 So do, mamma, tell me at once, and you'll see What a good, very good little child I shall be, To try and remember my A, B, C, D. Taylor. THE BLIND BOY. "Dear Mary," said the poor blind boy, "Yes, Edward, yes,” replied the maid, And bright green leaves are on the trees, "Yet I the fragrant flowers can smell, And I can feel the green leaf's shade, And I can hear the notes that swell From those dear birds that God has made. "So, sister, God to me is kind, Though sight to me he has not given; Come, come, mister peacock, you must not be proud, Although you can boast such a train; For many a bird far more highly endowed Is not half so conceited and vain. Let me tell you, gay bird, that a suit of fine clothes Is a sorry distinction at most, And seldom much valued, excepting by those Who such graces only can boast. The nightingale certainly wears a plain coat, But she cheers and delights with her song; While you, though so vain, cannot utter a note To please by the use of your tongue. The hawk cannot boast of a plumage so gay, But piercing and clear is her eye; And while you are strutting about all the day, The dove may be clad in a plainer attire, And her love and affection more pleasure inspire, Than all your fine purple and gold. So you see, mister peacock, you must not be proud, Although you can boast such a train; For many a bird is more highly endowed, And not half so conceited and vain. THE LITTLE BOY. See me, I am a little boy, Who loves to go to school; And though I am not very old, I'll prove I am no fool. |