And when its yellow luster smiled Each mother held aloft her child Thomas Campbell LEARN A LITTLE EVERY DAY. ITTLE rills make wider streamlets, LITT Streamlets swell, the rivers flow; Life is made of smaller fragments, Tiny seeds make boundless harvests, Let us read some striking passage, Cull a verse from every page, Here a line and there a sentence, 'Gainst the lonely time of age. I THE BROOK. COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, I chatter over stony ways, I bubble into eddying bays, With many a curve my banks I fret, I chatter, chatter, as I flow I wind about, and in and out, And here and there a foamy flake I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, I murmur under moon and stars And out again I curve and n For men may come and men may go, -Alfred Tennyson. THE RIVER. TELL me, pretty river! And whither art thou roaming, My birthplace was the mountain, One morn I ran away, And then 'mid meadow banks, But these bright scenes are o’er, - Selected. THE HYLODES. (PEEPING FROGS.) HE Hylodes! THE The Hylodes! Throw up the window-shades The Hylodes are trooping up Oh, hear them by the river side, Their trumpets make the forests ring The rustling reeds and rushes, where And grasses by the water's edge The jay his jingling bell has struck; Has called aloud from all the trees And fluttered to and fro; The titmouse and the winter wren, And glad shall be the desolate And solitary place. |