Those who heed the treacherous wooing

Will his faithless guidance rue;

What we always put off doing,
Clearly we shall never do.

We shall reach what we endeavor

If on Now we more rely;
But unto the realms of never
Leads the pilot By-and-by.

-Author not known.

For Memorizing

I ONCE HAD A SWEET LITTLE DOLL.

I once had a sweet little doll, dears,

The prettiest doll in the world;

Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears,
And her hair was so charmingly curled.
But I lost my poor little doll, dears,

As I played on the heath one day;

And I cried for her more than a week, dears,
But I never could find where she lay.

I found my poor little doll, dears,

As I played on the heath one day;
Folks say she is terribly changed, dears,
For her paint is all washed away;

And her arm trodden off by the cows, dears,
And her hair not the least bit curled;
Yet for old sake's sake, she is still, dears,

The prettiest doll in the world.

-Charles Kingsley.

THE BROOK.

I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally,

And sparkle out among the fern,

To bicker down the valley.

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By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorps, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.

Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river;
For men may come, and men may go,
But I go on forever.

I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles;
I bubble into eddying bays;
I babble on the pebbles.

With many a curve my bank I fret
By many a field and fallow,

And many a fairy foreland set

With willow-weed and mallow.

I chatter, chatter as I flow

To join the brimming river,

For men may come, and men may go,
But I go on forever.

I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,

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And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me as I travel,

With many a silvery waterbreak
Above the golden gravel,

And draw them all along and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come, and men may go
But I go on forever.

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers,
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.

I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;

And out again I curve and flow

To join the brimming river,

For men may come, and men may go

But I go on forever.

-Tennyson.