ABOU BEN ADHEM. Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still ; and said, “I pray thee, then, Write me as one who loves his fellow-men." The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again, with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blest; And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest. -James Henry Leigh Hunt. BUGLE SONG. The splendor falls on castle walls dying! O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, O love! they die in yon rich sky: They faint on hill, or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying; And answer, echoes, answer dying, dying, dying. -Tennyson. LITTLE BOY BLUE.* The little toy dog is covered with dust, And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue "Now, don't you go till I come," he said; Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand, Awaiting the touch of a little hand, The smile of a little face. And they wonder, as waiting these long years through, From Love Songs of Childhood." Copyright, 1894, by Eugene Field. Reprinted by permission of the publishers, Chas. Scribner's Sons. In the dust of that little chair, What has become of our Little Boy Blue Since he kissed them and put them there PITTYPAT AND TIPPYTOE.* All day long they come and go — Footprints up and down the hall; How they riot at their play; In they troop demanding bread- From "Love Songs of Childhood." Copyright, 1894, by F gene 'ield. Reprinted by permission of the publishers, Chas. Scriner's Sometimes there are griefs to soothe, Sometimes interrupt their play : Oh, the thousand worrying things And when day is at an end Little frocks are strangely torn, Little shoes great holes reveal, Little hose but one day worn, Rudely yawn at toe and heel; Who but you could work such woe, Pittypat and Tippytoe? |