FOURTH GRADE.

THE HAPPIEST HEART.

Who drives the horses of the sun
Shall lord it but a day;

Better the lowly deed were done
And kept the humble way.

The rust will find the sword of fame
The dust will hide the crown;
Ay, none shall nail so high his name
Time will not tear it down.

The happiest heart that ever beat

Was in some quiet breast,

That found the common daylight sweet

And left to heaven the rest.

-John Vance Cheney.

SOMETHING LEFT UNDONE.

Labor with what zeal we will,

Something still remains undone,

Something uncompleted still

Waits the rising of the sun.

For Memorizing

By the bedside, on the stair,

At the threshold, near the gates,
With its menace or its prayer,
Like a mendicant it waits;

Waits, and will not go away;
Waits, and will not be gainsaid;

By the cares of yesterday

Each today is heavier made;

Till at length the burden seems

Greater than our strength can bear,
Heavy as the weight of dreams,
Pressing on us everywhere.

And we stand from day to day,
Like the dwarfs of times gone by,
Who, as Northern legends say,

On their shoulders held the sky.

-Longfellow.

SUPPOSE, MY LITTLE LADY.

Suppose, my little lady,

Your doll should break her head;
Could you make it whole by crying
Till your eyes and nose are red?

For Memorizing

And wouldn't it be pleasanter

To treat it as a joke,

And say you're glad 'twas Dolly's,
And not your head, that broke?

Suppose you're dressed for walking,
And the rain comes pouring down;
Will it clear off any sooner

Because you scold and frown?

And wouldn't it be nicer

For you to smile than pout,
And so make sunshine in the house
When there is none without?

Suppose your task, my little man,

Is very hard to get;
Will it make it any easier
For you to sit and fret?

And wouldn't it be wiser,

Than waiting like a dunce,

To go to work in earnest,
And learn the thing at once?

-Phoebe Cary.