. Home songs for little people . nt lift To bliss unknown to kings. c. SWAIN. TRUgT. A BIRD appears a thoughtless thing:He s ever living on the wing,And keeps up such a carolling,That little else to do but singA man would guess had he. No doubt he has his little cares,And very hard he often fares,The which so patiently he bears,Tnat, listening to those cheerful airs,Who knows but he may be HOME SONGS. 177 In want of his next meal of seeds ?I think for that his sweet song pleads;If so, his pretty art succeeds,I 11 scatter here among the weedsAll the small crumbs I see. JVIAKE YOUR JVIARK, IN th
. Home songs for little people . nt lift To bliss unknown to kings. c. SWAIN. TRUgT. A BIRD appears a thoughtless thing:He s ever living on the wing,And keeps up such a carolling,That little else to do but singA man would guess had he. No doubt he has his little cares,And very hard he often fares,The which so patiently he bears,Tnat, listening to those cheerful airs,Who knows but he may be HOME SONGS. 177 In want of his next meal of seeds ?I think for that his sweet song pleads;If so, his pretty art succeeds,I 11 scatter here among the weedsAll the small crumbs I see. JVIAKE YOUR JVIARK, IN the quarries should you toil, Make your you delve upon the soil? Make your whatever path you go, In whatever place you stand,Moving swift or moving slow, Make your mark. Life is fleeting as a shade; Make your of some kind must be made ; Make your mark :Make it while the arm is strong,In the golden hours of youth;Never, never make it wrong: Make it with the stamp of tntiJi ;Make your mark. 178 HOME FIVE MINUTE3;LATE. ; FIVE minutes late, and the school is begun ;What are rules made for if you break every one ?Just as the scholars are seated and quiet,You hurry in with disturbance and riot. Why did you loiter so long by the way ?All the classes are formed for the day. HOME SONGS. 179 Hurry and pick up definer and slate ;Room at the foot for the scholar thats late. Five minutes late, and the table is spread,The children are seated, and grace has been said; Even the baby, all sparkling and rosy,Sits in her high chair by mamma so cosy. Five minutes late, and your hair all askew,Just as the comb was drawn hastily is your chair, and tumbler, and plate ;Cold cheer for those who are five minutes late. Five minutes late on this fine Sabbath morn!All the good people to church they have , when you stand at the beautiful gate, t/ What will you do if you re five minutes late? IF you ve any task to do,Let me whisper, friend, to you, Do it.
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