. The Bookshelf for boys and girls Children's Book of Fact and Fancy . heer us ?Hunger not for where you ve been, Stay till Spring be near us! THE MUSIC OF HAPPINESSBy Gabriel Setoun From dawn to dark the old mill-wheelMakes music, going round and round; And dusty-white with flour and meal,The miller whistles to its sound. The brook that flows beside the mill, As happy as a brook can be,Goes singing its old song until It learns the singing of the sea. For every wave upon the sands Sings songs you never tire to hear, Of laden ships from sunny landsWhere it is summer all the year. And if you lis
. The Bookshelf for boys and girls Children's Book of Fact and Fancy . heer us ?Hunger not for where you ve been, Stay till Spring be near us! THE MUSIC OF HAPPINESSBy Gabriel Setoun From dawn to dark the old mill-wheelMakes music, going round and round; And dusty-white with flour and meal,The miller whistles to its sound. The brook that flows beside the mill, As happy as a brook can be,Goes singing its old song until It learns the singing of the sea. For every wave upon the sands Sings songs you never tire to hear, Of laden ships from sunny landsWhere it is summer all the year. And if you listen to the rain Where leaves and birds and bees are dumb,You hear it pattering on the pane Like Andrew beating on his drum. The world is such a happy placeThat children, whether big or small, Should always have a smiling faceAnd never, never sulk at all. THE EYES OF GOD God watches oer us all the day,At home, at school, and at our play;And when the sun has left the skiesHe watches with a million eyes. ttt£ urr^n %fc°ttfnK °f \5a\£%^° Tjzmi a fy ^\\^\^y JoUkvsck. N flowery, fair Cathay,That kingdom faraway, Where, odd as it seems,t is always nightwhen here we arehaving the time of thegreat Ching-Wang,In the city of proudShi-Bang, In the glorious goldendays of old whensage and poetsang, There lived a noble-man whoWas known as the Prince Choo-Choo.(It was long before the Chinaman wore hisbeautiful silken queue.)A learned prince was he,As rich as a prince could be,And his house so gay had a grand gateway, anda wonderful roof, sky-blue. His garden was bright with tintsOf blossoming peach and quince,And a million flowers whose like has not beenseen before or since;And set mid delicate odorsWere cute little toy pagodas,That looked exactly as if you might go in forice-cream sodas! A silver fountain playedIn a bowl of carven jade,And pink and white in a crystal pond the water-lilies swayed. 144 But never a flower that grewIn the garden of Prince Choo-ChooWas half so fair as
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