For Memorizing THE NEW MOON. Dear mother, how pretty The moon looks to-night! Are so sharp and bright, I hope she'll not grow any more. If I were up there With you and my friends, And hold by both ends; Oh, what a bright candle 'twould be!. I would call to the stars Lest we should rock over their toes; Till the dawn of the day, And see where the pretty moon goes. And there we would stay In the beautiful skies, And through the bright clouds we would roam; And see the sun rise, And in the next rainbow come home. -Mrs. Eliza Lee Follen. For Memorizing TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR. Twinkle, twinkle, little star; When the blazing sun is gone, Then the traveler in the dark In the dark blue sky you keep, As your bright but tiny spark -Jane Taylor. For Memorizing 66 66 LULLABY. Over the cradle the mother hung, Softly crooning a slumber song: And these were the simple words she sung Cheek or chin, or knuckle or knee Where shall the baby's dimple be? Where shall the angel's finger rest When he comes down to the baby's nest? When he awakens my babe again?" Still as she bent and sang so low, A murmur into her music broke: And she paused to hear, for she could but know 'Cheek or chin, or knuckle or knee, Where shall the baby's dimple be? Where shall my finger fall and rest When I come down to the baby's nest? Silent the mother sat and dwelt For Memorizing "Not on the limb, O angel dear! For the charm with its youth will disappear; For the harboring smile will fade and flee; -J. G. Holland. ALL THINGS BEAUTIFUL. All things bright and beautiful, All things wise and wonderful, Each little flower that opens, The purple-headed mountain, The tall trees in the greenwood, He made them every one. |