For Memorizing Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower, And they trimmed the lamps as the sun went down; Three corpses lay out on the shining sands And the women are weeping and wringing their hands -Charles Kingsley. NOBILITY. True worth is in being, not seeming, For, whatever men say in blindness, For Memorizing We get back our mete as we measure, The air for the wing of the sparrow, The bush for the robin and wren, We cannot make bargains for blisses, For good lieth not in pursuing, Nor gaining of great nor of small; As we would be done by, is all. Through envy, through malice, through hating, No jot of our courage abating, Our part is to work and to wait. And slight is the sting of his trouble. Whose winnings are less than his worth; For he who is honest is noble, Whatever his fortune or birth. -Alice Cary. For Memorizing THE ARROW AND THE SONG. I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I know not where; I breathed a song into the air, Long, long afterwards, in an oak -Longfellow. THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIMS. The breaking waves dashed high on a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky their giant branches tossed: And the heavy night hung dark the hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark on the wild New England shore. For Memorizing Not as the conqueror comes, they, the true-hearted, came; of fame; Not as the flying come, in silence and in fear; They shook the depths of the desert gloom with their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, and the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang with the anthems of the free! The ocean eagle soared from his nest by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared,- this was their welcome home! There were men with hoary hair amiast that pilgrim band; Why had they come to wither there away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, and the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?- They sought a faith's pure shrine! Ay, call it holy ground, the soil where first they trod: They left unstained, what there they found,- Freedom to worship God. -Mrs Hemans. For Memorizing HOW SLEEP THE BRAVE! How sleep the brave, who sink to rest By fairy hands their knell is rung; -William Collins. ONE BY ONE. One by one the sands are flowing, One by one thy duties wait thee; Let thy whole strength go to each; Let no future dreams elate thee; Learn thou first what these can teach. |