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Yet I am a part of God's great plan,

And so I will do the best that I can."

What can be the use," said a fleecy cloud,
"Of these few drops that I hold?
They will hardly bend the lily proud,

If caught in her chalice of gold;
But I, too, am a part of God's great plan,
So my treasures I'll give as well as I can."

A child went merrily forth to play,
But a thought, like a silver thread,
Kept winding in and out all day

Through the happy golden head:

Mother said, "Darling, do all that you can,

For you are a part of God's great plan."

-Mrs. M. E. Sangster.

For Memorizing

A LULLABY.

Sleep, my little one, where you float

On the Dreamland Sea in the Dreamland Boat;
But where is that sea and whither you go,

Ah, who is so wise that he ever may know?
There the sails of the voyager onward are fanned
By the lullaby breezes from Hushabyland,
And the boat is a cradle that swings to and fro,
But whither it bears you, ah, none of us know.

Sleep, my little one.

None may know

Whither the Dreamboat saileth,

But One heedeth ever wherever you go,

And His is a love never faileth.

Sleep, my little one, sleep and dream

As you float, float away on the wonderful stream
That leads to the land where the white angels be,
Which I, in my blindness, no longer may see.
There the Angel of Love and the Angel of Rest
Shall cuddle my bairnie so close to the breast
That only the thought of the mother and me
Could bring you safe home again over the sea.
Sleep, my little one, sleep and smile,

Floating, ah, none may know whither;
You shall sail back again after a while,
Guided by angel hands hither.

-A. J. Waterhouse.

For Memorizing

LITTLE RAIN-DROPS.

Oh, where do you come from,
You little drops of rain,
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter
Down the window-pane?
They say I'm very naughty,
But I've nothing else to do,
But sit here at the window;

I should like to play with you.

Tell me, little rain-drops,

Is that the way you play,
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
All the rainy day?

The little rain-drops cannot speak,
ButPitter-patter, pat"

Means, "We can play on this side;
Why can't you play on that?"

Author Unknown.

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THIRD GRADE.

THE BROWN THRUSH.

There's a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree

He's singing to me! He's singing to me!"

And what does he say, little girl, little boy?

Oh, the world's running over with joy!

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And five eggs hid by me in the juniper tree?

Don't meddle! Don't touch! little girl, little boy,

Or the world will lose some of its joy!

Now I'm glad! Now I'm free!

And I always shall be,

If you never bring sorrow to me."

So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree,

To you and to me, to you and to me:

And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy,

Oh, the world's running over with joy!

But long it won't be,

Don't you know? don't you see?

Unless we are as good as can be!"

-Lucy Larcom.

For Memorizing

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THE WONDERFUL WORLD.

Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful world,
With the beautiful water round you curled,
And the wonderful grass upon your breast ·
World, you are beautifully dressed!

The wonderful air is over me,

And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree;
It walks on the water, and whirls the mills,
And talks to itself on the tops of the hills.

You friendly earth, how far do you go?

With the wheat-fields that nod, and the rivers that flow,
And cities and gardens, and cliffs and isles,
And people upon you for thousands of miles?

Ah, you are so great, and I am so small,
I hardly can think of you, world, at all;

And yet, when I said my prayers today,

A whisper within me seemed to say,

You are more than the earth, though you are but a dot; You can love and think, and the earth cannot.”

-Chas. H. Browne,

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