And when the holidays are o'er We'll have a joyous meeting; When teachers, schoolmates, back shall come With each a happy greeting. * 47 * WISHING. RING-TING! I wish I were a Primrose, The wandering bee to love me, Nay, stay! I wish I were an Elm-tree, A great lofty Elm-tree, with green leaves gay! The sun and moonshine glance in, Oh, no! I wish I were a Robin, A Robin, or a little Wren, everywhere to go, And ask no leave or pardon, Well, tell! where should I fly to, Where go sleep in the dark wood or dell? 1 house, make their nests. Before the day was over, Than any other thing. * 48 * WILLIAM ALLINGHAM. THANKSGIVING-DAY. OVER the river, and through the wood, To carry the sleigh Through the white and drifted snow. Over the river, and through the wood; And bites the nose, As over the ground we go. Over the river, and through the wood, It is so hard to wait! Over the river, and through the wood; Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done? LYDIA MARIA CHILD. * 49 * THE BUSY BEE. How doth the little busy bee How skilfully she builds her cell! In works of labor or of skill For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play, Let my first years be passed, That I may give for every day Some good account at last. ISAAC WATTS. * 50 * THE BEE. I LOVE to see The busy bee; I love to watch the hive; They linger not: It makes them all alive. God gave them skill, They to their work attend: Is shaped so well, That none their work can mend. Now in, now out, They move about, Yet all in order true: Each seems to know Both where to go And what it has to do. Midst summer heat, The honey sweet It gathers while it may, In tiny drops, And never stops To waste its time in play. I hear it come; I know its hum: It flies from flower to flower, And to its store A little more It adds each day and hour. Just so should I My heart apply Look for some sweet And store up all I find. * 51 * THE MAIDEN AND THE BIRD. "LITTLE bird, little bird, come to me! "Thanks, little maiden, for all thy care; "Nay, little damsel,1 away I'll fly "Little bird, little bird, who'll guide thee “Ah, no, little maiden! God guides me 1 damsel, girl, maiden. LYDIA MARIA CHILD. |