Shut-in songs . itself through the en-tire school — From the bright-eyed, sweet girl scholar to thecross-eyed village fool— And those who knew their lessons best no de-feat would brook, And spelled the hardest words from out theblue back spelling book. Proud indeed was the boy or girl who couldntbe spelled down — The place at the head of the class was one offair renown. Cause had he or she to wear the proud, triumph-ant look Whod learned to spell the hard words in theblue back spelling book. Perhaps the teachers in those days were old and out of dateCompared with recent pedagogues who teach th
Shut-in songs . itself through the en-tire school — From the bright-eyed, sweet girl scholar to thecross-eyed village fool— And those who knew their lessons best no de-feat would brook, And spelled the hardest words from out theblue back spelling book. Proud indeed was the boy or girl who couldntbe spelled down — The place at the head of the class was one offair renown. Cause had he or she to wear the proud, triumph-ant look Whod learned to spell the hard words in theblue back spelling book. Perhaps the teachers in those days were old and out of dateCompared with recent pedagogues who teach the schools of late,But oh, I love the old school house—each corner and each love each memory clinging round the blue back spelling book. The days of the blue backed speller, alas, arepast and gone. Only recalled with pleasant thoughts as time ispassing on. The ceaseless round of steady change a reformundertook, But for life Ill be loyal to the blue back spel-ling book. ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^yg ^1^ ^i^ ^i^ ^^. —94— 5HUT-IN SONGS 0, What Will the Harvest Be? This world is a field to abundantly yield The harvest that we are to reap,And in it will grow whatever we sow, Whether strewn broadcast or sown is the Spring. Do we toil for the King, Who rules over all that we see?When Springtime is past, in the reaping at last, O, what will the harvest be? If we scatter the seeds of thistles and weeds. Then surely well not gather we plant only woe then surely we know Our harvest will be one of planter of hope has unlimited scope— For the field is as broad as the sea—And the tools are at hand, and fertile the land. 0, what will the harvest be? 0, brother, make haste, lest your plot lie inwaste. Where weeds grow theres so much to field is as fair as fields anywhere. And it is still Springtime for Spring passes on—make haste ere its gone. While the sun shines bright on the lea:But if you will wait until its too late, O, what will the
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