. House of play; verses-rhymes-stories for young folks .. . THE LITTLE ELF. I met a little Elf-man, once, Down where the lilies asked him why he was so small And why he didnt grow. He slightly frowned, and with his eyeHe looked me through and through. Im quite as big for me, said he,As you are big for you. —John Kendnck Bangs. HOW DOTH THE LITTLE BUSY BEE. How doth the little busy beeImprove each shining hour, And gather honey all the dayFrom every opening flowr! How skilfully she builds her cell! How neat she spreads the wax!And labors hard to store it well With the sweet food she make
. House of play; verses-rhymes-stories for young folks .. . THE LITTLE ELF. I met a little Elf-man, once, Down where the lilies asked him why he was so small And why he didnt grow. He slightly frowned, and with his eyeHe looked me through and through. Im quite as big for me, said he,As you are big for you. —John Kendnck Bangs. HOW DOTH THE LITTLE BUSY BEE. How doth the little busy beeImprove each shining hour, And gather honey all the dayFrom every opening flowr! How skilfully she builds her cell! How neat she spreads the wax!And labors hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labor or of skill, I would be busy, too;For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play,Let my first years be past, That I may give for evry daySome good account at last. -Isaac JHe&A that Jack BuilL
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