Grace is fearless, forward, firm,
Rosy, fair, and frolicsome;
Seeking pleasure everywhere
That we breathe the blessed air.
Noisy, heedless, through the day,
Filled with a desire for play;
Yet with calm and sober look,
Charmed, she 'll linger o'er a book.
Kind, affectionate and bright,
Giving those she loves, delight,
By her words of love and mirth,
For of words there is no dearth;
And she will astonish you,
By her knowledge, clear and true,
Of the many passing things,
Every day so surely brings.
Grace is mirthful, reckless, wild,
Yet a kind, obedient child.

THE FOREST TREES.

Mamma, mamma, pray listen to me,
While I try to remember each forest tree.
The Oak comes first, for that is the king,
Then the Pine, that towers over everything.
The Hemlock, the Fir and the Cedar are seen,
Even in winter, appareled in green.

The Maple and Birch, and the graceful Elm,
The Chestnut and Beech, I remember them;
The Walnut, the Cherry, the Poplar and Lime,
The Ash, with its berries in autumn-time,
And the beautiful Larch, whose tassels fling
Sweetness around in the early spring.

The Willow, whose branches the waters meet,
The Locust with flowers so white and sweet,
And the tall and stately Sycamore,

I wonder I mentioned it not before.

And now I can think of no other tree,
But O, in the forest I long to be!

GOOD NIGHT LITTLE STAR.

Good night, little star,
I will go to my bed,
And leave you to burn,

While I lay down my head

On my pillow to sleep,

Till the morning light, Then you will be fading, And I shall be bright.