For Memorizing THE DANDELION. Bright little dandelion, With a heart of gold. Meek little dandelion Changing into curls At the magic touch of these Merry boys and girls. When they pinch thy dainty throat, Not a cloud is seen. Poor little dandelion, Now all gone to seed, Scattered roughly by the wind Like a common weed. Thou hast lived thy little life Smiling every day; Who could do a better thing In a better way. -Author not known. For Memorizing IF EVER I SEE. If ever I see, On bush or tree, Young birds in their pretty nest, Steal the birds away, To grieve their mother's breast. My mother, I know, Should I be stolen away; So I'll speak to the birds. In my softest words Nor hurt them in my play. And when they can fly It will make me glad To think they are happy and free. -Lydia Maria Child. For Memorizing DRIVE THE NAIL ARIGHT. Drive the nail aright, Hit it on the head; Strike with all your might, While the iron's red. When you've work to do They who reach the top, First must climb the hill. Standing at the foot, Though you stumble oft Never be downcast Try and try again You'll succeed at last. For Memorizing And the columbines bravely As sentinels stand On the look-out with all their Meek-faced anemones, Beaming and bright; The gold of their hair; Guileless and frail. Upturned and pale; In purple gauze dressed:- This sweet Sabbath-day -Clara Smith. |