* 95 * A LITTLE GIRL'S GOOD-BY. GOOD-BY, daisy, pink, and rose, Good-by, merry bird and bee! Good-by, mossy little rill, That shivers in the cold! Leaves that fall on vale and hill Cover you with gold.1 A sweet good-by to birds that roam,2 And rills, and flowers and bees; But when winter's 3 gone, come home As early as you please. GEORGE COOPER. * 96 * THE BIRD'S SONG. A LITTLE bird with feathers brown 1 gold-colored leaves. 2 roam, go from place to place. 8 winter's, winter is. And all the people passing by But all the bright eyes looked in vain, And with a modest dark brown coat 66 Papa dear," little Gracie said, "I hope my little girl will learn And try to do what good she can,- "This birdie is content to sit Unnoticed by the way, And sweetly sing his Maker's praise "So live, my child, all through your life, That, be it short or long, Though others may forget your looks, 1 melody, music. * 97 * DO YOUR BEST. Do your best, your very best, Whatever work comes to your hand, Still do your best, if but at taw Or if you write your copy-book, For he who always does his best, But he who shirks or slights his task, He lets the better go. What if your lessons should be hard? |