THE SEASONS. BLOWY breezy March brings Spring, Summer comes with leafy June, Then the Summer's past and gone. September fruit, October grain, And the year has seen its prime. Spring, Summer, Autumn, all are past; January's ice will sparkle, Then good-by frost, and snow and rain, THE BEE. How doth the little busy bee How skilfully she builds her cell, In works of labour or of skill ANON. In books, or work, or healthful play, my first years be past; Let That I may give for every day, Some good account at last. DR. WATTS. THE OCEANS. The oceans number five: The Indian ocean next, A fourth is said to be; THE ENGLISH GIRL. SPORTING on the village green, Now within her humble door, Sweeping clean her kitchen floor; While upon the wall so white, Hang her coppers, polished bright. Mary never idle sits; She either sews, or spins, or knits; Hard she labours all the week, With sparkling eye and rosy cheek. And on Sunday Mary goes, Oh, how good should we be found, THE SNOWDROP. I saw a snowdrop on the bed, The wintry wind came sweeping o'er, I saw a smiling infant laid In its fond mother's arms : Around its rosy cheeks there played A thousand dimpling charms. |