For Memorizing Ceaseless aspiring, Ceaseless content, Darkness or sunshine Thy element; Glorious fountain, Let my heart be Fresh, changeful, constant, Upward, like thee! -Lowell. THREE COMPANIONS. We go on our walk together Baby's a little lady; Dog is a gentleman brave; I think, than a cruel man. -Dinah Muloch-Craik. For Memorizing A LIFE LESSON. There! little girl; don't cry! They have broken your doll, I know; And your play-house, too, Are things of the long ago; But childish troubles will soon pass by. There! little girl; don't cry! There! little girl; don't cry! They have broken your slate, I know; Are things of the long ago; But life and love will soon come by. There! little girl; don't cry! They have broken your heart, I know; And the rainbow gleams Of your youthful dreams Are thing of the long ago; But heaven holds all for which you sigh. -James Whitcomb Riley. For Memorizing THE FIFTIETH BIRTHDAY OF AGASSIZ. 66 It was fifty years ago In the pleasant month of May, And Nature, the old nurse, took Thy Father has written for thee." 'Come, wander with me," she said, 66 Into regions yet untrod; And read what is still unread And he wandered away and away And whenever the way seemed long, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvelous tale. So she keeps him still a child, And will not let him go, Though at times his heart beats wild For the beautiful Pays de Vaud; For Memorizing Though at times he hears in his dreams. The Ranz des Vaches of old, From glaciers clear and cold; 66 And the mother at home says, Hark! For his voice I listen and yearn; It is growing late and dark, And my boy does not return!" -Longfellow. THE SCULPTOR. Chisel in hand stood a sculptor-boy As an angel-dream passed o'er him; With heaven's own light the sculpture shone; Sculptors of life are we, as we stand With our souls uncarved before us, If we carve it then on the yielding stone Its heavenly beauty shall be our own; -Bishop Doane. For Memorizing ANOTHER BLUE DAY. So, here hath been dawning Out of Eternity This new Day is born Into Eternity At night will return. Behold it aforetime No eye ever did; So soon it forever From all eyes is hid. Here hath been dawning Another blue day; Think, wilt thou let it Slip useless away? -Thomas Carlyle. |