XII. ONLY a drop in the bucket, Only a poor little penny; . God loveth the cheerful giver, Though the gift be poor and small: What does He think of his children When they never give at all? XIII. IF Wisdom's ways you wisely seek, To whom you speak, of whom you speak, XIV. LITTLE things, ay, little things A word may part the dearest friends- Which in some light, unguarded hour, A look will sometimes send a pang A tone will often cause the tear One little act of kindness done- Then let us watch these "little things," That not a word, or look, or tone XV.-SEVEN TIMES ONE. THERE'S no dew left on the daisies and clover, There's no rain left in heaven: I've said my 66 seven times" over and over,— Seven times one are seven. I am old,- -so old I can write a letter; The lambs play always,—they know no better,— O Moon! in the night I have seen you sailing And shining so round and low: You were bright—ah, bright!—but your light is failing,— You are nothing now but a bow. You Moon! have you done something wrong in heaven, I hope, if you have, you will soon be forgiven, O velvet bee! you're a dusty fellow; O columbine! open your folded wrapper, And show me your nest, with the young ones in it, I will not steal them away: I am old! you may trust me, linnet, linnet! I am seven times one to-day. -Jean Ingelow, XVI. THERE is a little maiden- Who is she? Do you know?— Her face is like the May-time, Is in her lightsome words. Each spot she makes the brighter, By old folks and by children, Does any body know? You surely must have met her; Her name is-Cheerfulness! XVII. LOST, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever. -Horace Mann. XVIII. THERE's a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree. "He's singing to me! he's singing to me!" And what does he say, little girl, little boy? "Oh, the world's running over with joy! Don't you see? Don't you hear? Hush! Look! In my tree, I'm as happy as happy can be!" And the brown thrush keeps singing, "A nest do you see, And five eggs, hid by me in the juniper-tree? And I always shall be, If you never bring sorrow to me." |