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Ballads for little folk . EASY LESSONS. Come, little children, come with me,Where the winds are singing merrily, As they toss the crimson clover ;Well walk on the hills and by the brooks,And Ill show you stories in prettier books Than the ones you are poring over. Do you think you could learn to sing a song,Though you drummed and hummed it all day long, Till hands and brains were aching,That would match the clear, untutored notesThat drop from the pretty, tender throats Of birds, when the day is breaking ? Did you ever read, on any page, Though written with all the wisdom of age, And all the t
Ballads for little folk . EASY LESSONS. Come, little children, come with me,Where the winds are singing merrily, As they toss the crimson clover ;Well walk on the hills and by the brooks,And Ill show you stories in prettier books Than the ones you are poring over. Do you think you could learn to sing a song,Though you drummed and hummed it all day long, Till hands and brains were aching,That would match the clear, untutored notesThat drop from the pretty, tender throats Of birds, when the day is breaking ? Did you ever read, on any page, Though written with all the wisdom of age, And all the truth of preaching,Any lesson that taught you so plainContent with your humble work and gain, As the golden bee is teaching ? For see, as she floats on her airy wings,How she sings and works, and works and sings,Never stopping nor staying ; Easy Lessons. J55 Showing us clearly what to doTo make of duty a pleasure, too,And to make our work but playing. Do you suppose that a book can tellMaxims of prudence, half so well As t
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