For Memorizing LITTLE BROWN HANDS. They drive home the cows from the pasture, Where the quail whistles loud in the wheat-fields, Where the scarlet-lipped strawberry grows. They gather the earliest snowdrops, And the first crimson buds of the rose. They toss the new hay in the meadow; They know where the fruit hangs the thickest They gather the delicate sea-weeds, For Memorizing Those who toil bravely are strongest; The humble and poor become great; The pen of the author and statesman, The noble and wise of the land,- -M. H. Krout SUPPOSE. Suppose the little cowslip Should hang its golden cup, Would miss its fragrant smell, Suppose the little breezes, Should think themselves too small And think they made a great mistake, For Memorizing My native country, thee, I love thy rocks and rills, Let music swell the breeze, Our fathers' God, to Thee, To Thee we sing; Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light; Protect us by Thy might, Great God, Our King. -Samuel F. Smith. DON'T GIVE UP. If you've tried and have not won, All that's great and good is done For Memorizing Though young birds, in flying, fall, Though the sturdy oak has known If by easy work you beat, Who the more will prize you? -Phoebe Cary. |