For Memorizing Rest, comrades, rest and sleep! The thoughts of men shall be Your rest from danger free. Your silent tents of green We deck with fragrant flowers; Yours has the suffering been, The memory shall be ours. -Longfellow. SOMEBODY'S MOTHER. The woman was old and ragged and gray, Past the woman so old and gray, Lest the carriage wheels or horses' feet At last came one of the merry troop,- He paused beside her and whispered low, For Memorizing Her aged hand on his strong young arm —Author unknown. THE HERITAGE. The rich man's son inherits lands, And piles of brick and stone, and gold, And he inherits soft white hands, And tender flesh that fears the cold, Nor dares to wear a garment old; A heritage, it seems to me, One scarce would wish to hold in fee. The rich man's son inherits cares; The banks may break, the factory burn, A heritage, it seems to me, The rich man's son inherits wants, His stomach craves for dainty fare; Of toiling hands with brown arms bare, A heritage, it seems to me, One scarce would wish to hold in fee. For Memorizing What doth the poor man's son inherit? Stout muscles and a sinewy heart, What doth the poor man's son inherit? A heritage, it seems to me, What doth the poor man's son inherit? A fellow-feeling that is sure To make the outcast bless his door; A heritage, it seems to me O rich man's son! there is a toil But only whiten, soft white hands A heritage, it seems to me, Worth being rich to hold in fee. For Memorizing poor man's son, scorn not thy state; Toil only gives the soul to shine, Worth being poor to hold in fee. Both, heirs to some six feet of sod, A heritage, it seems to me, Well worth a life to hold in fee. PSALM XXIII. -Lowell. 1. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. 2. He maketh me lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters. 3. He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake. 4. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me, Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me. 5. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. 6. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. SIXTH GRADE. THANKSGIVING HYMN FOR CALIFORNIA Our forefathers gave thanks to God In the land by the stormy sea, For bread hard wrung from the iron sod Though every day meant toil and strife In the land by the stormy sea; They thanked their God for the gift of life, Stern frost had they, full many a day, Strong ice on the stormy sea; Long months of snow, grey clouds hung low, And a cold wind endlessly; Winter and war with an alien race, But they were alive and free! And they thanked their God for His good graceHow much the more should we! |