XX. BAD I CAN'T. AUTHOR NOT KNOWN. LEAVE our school-room, Bad I Can't; Leave it now forever! We will try, and try again, Leave us, leave us, Bad I Can't; You have naughty brothers - Will, and Shall, and Won't, and Sha'n't, Good-by, good-by, Bad I Can't; Shut the door behind you. In this school-room never more XXI. MARJORIE'S ALMANAC. T. B. ALDRICH. [Copyright by J. B. Lippincott Company.] ROBINS in the tree-top, blossoms in the grass : Green things a-growing everywhere you pass; MARJORIE'S ALMANAC. 19 Sudden little breezes; showers of silver dew; Apples in the orchard, mellowing one by one; Don't you think that Summer's pleasanter than Roger in the corn-patch, whistling negro songs; Little fairy snow-flakes dancing in the flue; Twilight and firelight; shadows come and go; snow; Mother knitting stockings, pussy has the ball! Don't you think that Winter's pleasanter than all? XXII. LITTLE BY LITTLE THE TIME GOES BY. AUTHOR NOT KNOWN. LITTLE by little the time goes by, Short if you sing it, long if you sigh; Little by little an hour, a day, Gone with the years that have vanished away; Little by little the race is run, Trouble and waiting and toil are done. Little by little the skies grow clear; Little by little the sun comes near; Little by little the world grows strong, Little by little the good in men Lifts the world nearer the pleading call. SEVEN TIMES ONE. 21 XXIII. SEVEN TIMES ONE. JEAN INGELOW. THERE'S no dew left on the daisies and clover, I am old, so old I can write a letter; The lambs play always, they know no better — O Moon! in the night I have seen you sailing You were bright! ah, bright! but your light is fail You are nothing now but a bow. You, Moon, have you done something wrong in heaven, That God has hidden your face? I hope, if you have, you will soon be forgiven, O velvet bee! you're a dusty fellow, O columbine! open your folded wrapper, And show me your nest with young ones in it, - I am old! You may trust me, linnet, linnet, I'm sorry it is true Who doesn't mind when spoken to; Is it? It isn't you! Oh, no, it can't be you! I know a child—a boy or girl — I'm loath to say I do Who struck a little playmate once; I hope it wasn't you! I know a child-a boy or girl- |