66 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, If caught in her chalice of gold; A child went merrily forth to play, 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; Ah, who is so wise that he ever may 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 Floating, ah, none may know whither; -A. J. Waterhouse. For Memorizing LITTLE RAIN-DROPS. Oh, where do you come from, I should like to play with you. Tell me, little rain-drops, Is that the way you play, The little rain-drops cannot speak, Means, "We can play on this side; Author Unknown. 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! 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 66 THE WONDERFUL WORLD. Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful world, The wonderful air is over me, And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree; You friendly earth, how far do you go? With the wheat-fields that nod, and the rivers that flow, Ah, you are so great, and I am so small, 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, |