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They gather the delicate seaweeds,
And build tiny castles of sand;
Fairy barks that have drifted to land.
Where the oriole's hammock-nest swings;
By a song that a fond mother sings.
Those who toil bravely are strongest;
The humble and poor become great
Shall grow mighty rulers of state.
The noble and wise of the land-
Shall be held in the little brown hand.
[Deliver with great tenderness.]
The cottage was a thatched one, the outside old and mean;
And oh, to see the briny tears fast hurrying down her cheek
She gets her answer from the child-soft fall these words from him: “Mother, the angels do so smile, and beckon 'Little Jim;' I have no pain, dear mother, now, but, oh, I am so dryJust moisten poor Jim's lips again, and, mother, don't ye cry." With gentle, trembling haste she held a teacup to his lips; He smiled to thank her as he took three tiny little sips. "Tell father, when he comes from work, I said good night to lim; “ And, mother, now I'll go to sleep.” Alas! poor "Little Jim !" She saw that he was dying—that the child she loved so dear Had uttered the last words that she might ever hope to hear.
The cottage door is opened—the collier's step is heard-
[With vim, and stirringly.]
Press on! our life is not a dream,
Tho' often such its mazes seem;
Ourselves alone to aid and please.
To each a daily task is given
A labor tlat shall fit for Heaven.
Amid the sunshine or the storm.
Then go, a conqueror, to thy rest!
[Simply and naturally give the two following poems.] “Where did you come from, baby dear?" “Out of the everywhere into the here."
“Where did you get your eyes so blue ?”. "Out of the sky as I came through.” “What makes the light in them sparkle and spin ?" "Some of the starry spikes left in."
“Where did you get that little tear ?"
“What makes your forehead so smooth and high ?" "A soft hand stroked it as I went by.”
“What makes your cheek like a warm white rose ?" "Something better than any one knows."
· Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss ?" " Three Angels gave me at once a kiss."
"Where did you get that pearly ear ?" “God spoke and it came out to hear."
“Where did you get those arms and hands ?" “Love made itself into hooks and bands."
“Feet, whence did you come, you darling things ?" “ From the same box as the cherub's wings.”
“How did they all just come to be you ?" “God thought about me, and so I grew."
"But how did you come to us, you dear ?" "God thought of you, and so I am here."
Cause not plain.
As you hear;
Of what's o'clock. When its time
To go to bed,
For what's said.
Hear her pray,
As you see;
A BIRD'S-EYE VIEW.
POEMS WRITTEN FOR A CHILD.
[Recite the two pieces below in a lively manner.]
Quoth the boy, “I'll climb that treo
And bring down a nest, I know."
Little birds defrauded so!
And their little eggs don t steal: