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X.

TRY, TRY AGAIN.

AUTHOR NOT KNOWN.

HERE'S a lesson all should heed:

Try, try, try again!
If at first you don't succeed,
Try, try, try again!

Let your courage well appear;

If you only persevere,

You will conquer, never fear;

Try, try, try again!

Twice or thrice though you should fail,

Try again!

If at last you would prevail,

Try again!

When you strive, there's no disgrace,

Though you fail to win the race;

Bravely, then, in such a case,
Try, try, try again!

Let the thing be e'er so hard,
Try again!

Time will surely bring reward,

Try again!

That which other folks can do,

Why with patience may not you?
Try, try, try again!

LITTLE FOXES AND LITTLE HUNTERS.

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XI.

LITTLE FOXES AND LITTLE HUNTERS

AUTHOR NOT KNOWN.

AMONG my tender vines, I spy
A little fox named "By-and-by."
Then set upon him quick, I say,
The swift young hunter, "Right-away."

Around each tender vine I plant,
I find the little fox, "I can't."
Then fast as ever hunter ran,

Chase him with bold and brave "I can."

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No-use-in-trying" lags and whines
Among my young and tender vines.
Then drive him low and drive him high
With this good hunter named "I'll-try."

Among the vines in my small plot
Creeps in the young fox, "I-forgot."
Then hunt him out and to his den
With "I-will-not-forget-again!'

What mischief-making foxes! yet
Among our vines they often get.
But now their hunters' names you know,
Just drive them out and keep them so.

XII.

SUPPOSE.

AUTHOR NOT KNOWN.

SUPPOSE the little cowslip
Should hang its golden cup,
And say, "I'm such a tiny flower,
I'd better not grow up";
How many a weary traveller
Would miss its fragrant smell,
And many a little child would grieve
To lose it from the dell.

Suppose the little breezes,
Upon a summer's day,

Should think themselves too small
To cool the traveller on his way;
Who would not miss the smallest
And softest ones that blow,

And think they made a great mistake,
If they were talking so?

Suppose the little dewdrop
Upon the grass should say,
"What can a little dewdrop do?
I'd better roll away."

The blade on which it rested,

Before the day was done, Without a drop to moisten it, Would wither in the sun.

NO.

How many deeds of kindness
A little child can do,

Although it has but little strength,
And little wisdom, too!

It wants a loving spirit,

Much more than strength, to prove
How many things a child may do
For others by its love.

XIII.

NO.

AUTHOR NOT KNOWN.

FEW have learned to speak this word

When it should be spoken;

Resolution is deferred,

Vows to virtue broken.

More true courage is required

This one word to say

Than to stand where shots are fired

In the battle fray.

Use it fitly, and you'll see

Many a lot below

May be schooled, and nobly ruled,

By power to utter- - NO.

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XIV.

SUPPOSE, MY LITTLE LADY.

PHOEBE CARY.

SUPPOSE, my little lady,

Your doll should break her head; Could you make it whole by crying Till your eyes and nose are red ?

And wouldn't it be pleasanter
To treat it as a joke,

And say you're glad 'twas Dolly's,
And not your head, that broke?

Suppose you're dressed for walking, And the rain comes pouring down; Will it clear off any sooner

Because you scold and frown?

And wouldn't it be nicer

For you to smile than pout,
And so make sunshine in the house
When there is none without?

Suppose your task, my little man,

Is very hard to get ; Will it make it any easier

For you to sit and fret?

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