READINGS AND RECITATIONS FOR JUNIORS. A LESSON OF THANKFULNESS. ROAMING in the meadow, Fills her snowy apron, In the grass she stands! "Who made f'owers so pitty, Put 'em here? Did God ?" Dropping all her blossoms, Serious face turned heavenward, 11 Then, as if explaining, (Though no word I spake,) Blessed little preacher, Clad in robes of praise! Time to fret and murmur We could never make, Should we first say, "Thank you," For the things we take. THE FOOLISH HAREBELL. A HAREBELL hung its wilful head: "I am tired, so tired! I wish I was dead." She hung her head in the mossy dell: "If all were over, then all were well." The wind he heard, and was pitiful; "Wind, you are rough," said the dainty bell; "Leave me alone-I am not well." |