Then say "I can!" Yes, let it ring; There's meaning in the eagle's wing:- Oh, banish from you every "can't," And nothing will your purpose daunt, Led by the brave "I can. XXIII. 'Tis a rule of the land that, when travelers meet, In highway or by-way, in alley or street, On foot or in wagon, by day or by night, XXIV. LITTLE rills make wider streamlets; Rivers join the ocean billows, Onward, onward as they go. Shade and sunshine, work and play; So may we, with greatest profit, Learn a little every day. Tiny seeds make boundless harvests, Drops of rain compose the showers; Seconds make the flying minutes, And the minutes make the hours. Let us hasten, then, and catch them As they pass us on the way; And with honest, true endeavor, Learn a little every day. XXV. ONE step and then another, One stitch and then another, And the largest rent is mended; One brick upon another, And the highest wall is made; One flake upon another, And the deepest snow is laid. So the little coral workers, By their slow but constant motion, Have built those lovely islands In the distant, dark blue ocean; And the noblest undertakings Man's wisdom hath conceived, By oft-repeated efforts Have been patiently achieved. XXVI. WE are but minutes-little things! We are but minutes—yet each one bears We are but minutes-when we bring We are but minutes-use us well, For how we are used we must one day tell. XXVII. IF happiness have not her seat We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blessed. - Burns. XXVIII.-CHILDREN. WHAT the leaves are to the forest, That to the world are children; Come to me, O ye children! What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere. For what are all our contrivings, Ye are better than all the ballads -H. W. Longfellow. 78 GRADED SELECTIONS FOR MEMORIZING. XXIX. THE Night is mother of the Day, The Winter of the Spring, And ever upon old Decay, The greenest mosses cling. Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, -John G. Whittier. |