The Child and the Lily.* BRYANT. NNOCENT children and snow-white flower! [ས་ Well are ye paired in your opening hour, Thus should the pure and lovely meet, Stainless with stainless, and sweet with sweet. White as those leaves just blown apart, Artless one! though thou gazest now O'er the white blossoms with earnest brow, Fair as it is, thou wilt throw it by. Throw it aside in thy weary hour, Throw to the ground the fair white flower; Keep that white and innocent heart. *By permission of D. Appleton & Co., publishers. Grow, and Keep on Growing.* THE HE sun shone out on a clear March day, Straight from the heavens so far away Through a snow-bank damp and dreary, The seeds sprang up at the earnest call, Then the tiny mouths of the slender roots Boulders their path bestrewing; "We'll rest," they said; but the sun said, "No! Grow, and keep on growing." *From Fairy Land of Flowers, by permission of Educational Publishing Co. Then upward shot a spire of leaves, Soon tow'ring high,-a forest king- Through heeding this earnest message well, If a weight of woe or the winds of care Then fill the soul with all right desires, Aspire-for there is no knowing How high shall mount the soul that strives To grow, and keep on growing. The Corn Song.* JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. EAP high the farmer's wintry hoard! Let other lands, exulting, glean We better love the hardy gift Our rugged vales bestow, To cheer us when the storm shall drift Through vales of grass and meads of flowers, While on the hills the sun and showers We dropped the seed o'er hill and plain, And frightened from our sprouting grain * By permission of Houghton, Mifflin & Co., All through the long, bright days of June And now, with autumn's moonlit eves, We pluck away the frosted leaves, There, richer than the fabled gift Fair hands the broken grain shall sift, Let vapid idlers loll in silk Around their costly board; Where'er the wide old kitchen hearth Who will not thank the kindly earth, Then shame on all the proud and vain, Our wealth of golden corn! Let earth withhold her goodly root, Give to the worm the orchard's fruit, |