Employment Who'll come and play with me here under the tree, My sisters have left me alone; My sweet little Sparrow, come hither to me, O no, little lady, I can't come, indeed, I've got all my dear little children to feed, Pretty Bee, do not buzz about over the flower, The Sparrow won't come and stay with me an hour But stay, pretty Bee-will not you? O no, little lady, for do not you see, Those must work who would prosper and thrive, If I play, they would call me a sad idle bee, Stop! stop! little Ant-do not run off so fast, I hope I shall find a companion at last, O no, little lady, I can't stay with you, What then, have they all some employment but me, Who lie lounging here like a dunce? O then, like the Ant, and the Sparrow, and Bee, I'll go to my lesson at once. Jane Taylor. Stitching A pocket handkerchief to hem— Yet set a stitch and then a stitch, Till stitch by stitch the hem is done— And after work is play! Christina G. Rossetti. Learning to Play Upon a tall piano stool For half an hour a day. They call it "playing," but to me I play when I am out of doors, But Mother says the little birds And maybe if I practice hard, Abbie Farwell Brown. In Trust * It's coming, boys, It's almost here; It's coming, girls, The grand New Year! * From " Rhymes and Jingles," copyright, 1874, 1904, by Chas. Scribner's Sons. |