For Memorizing For we have a land all sunny with gold, Gold in the earth for our hands to hold, Comfort and plenty and beauty and peace From the mountains down to the sea! -Mrs. Stetson. THE DAY IS DONE. The day is done, and the darkness I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, A feeling of sadness and longing And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. For Memorizing Come, read to me some poems, Some simple and heartfelt lay, Not from the grand old masters For, like strains of martial music, Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, Such songs have power to quiet That follows after prayer. For Memorizing Then read from the treasured volume And the night shall be filled with music, And as silently steal away. -Longfellow. THE LAST LEAF, I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground They say that in his prime, Not a better man was found By the crier on his round Through the town. For Memorizing But now he walks the streets, And he shakes his feeble head, The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear My grandmamma has said Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow; But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin And a crook is in his back, Is in his laugh. For Memorizing I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here; But the old three-cornered hat, And if I should live to be In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. -Oliver Wendell Holmes. RING OUT, WILD BELLS. Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, Ring out the Old, ring in the New; Ring out the False, ring in the True! |