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The Heart to speak in vain essayed,
Nor could his purpose reach-
His silence was his speech.
Mark thou their difference, child of earth!
While each performs his part,
John Quincy Adams.
WHERE DID YOU COME FROM, BABY. “WHERE did you come from, baby dear?”
“Out of the everywhere into the here."
“Where did you get your eyes so blue ?"
6 Out of the sky as I came through.'
“What makes the light in them sparkle and spin ?"
Some of the starry spikes left in.” “Where did you get that little tear ?”
“I found it waiting when I got here." “What makes your forehead so smooth and high ?”
" A soft hand stroked it as I went by.” • What makes your cheek like a warm white rose ?”
“Something better than any one knows."
" Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss ?”
“ Three angels gave me at once a kiss."
"Where did you get that pearly ear ?"
“God spoke and it came out to hear.”
Where did you get those arms and hands ?” “ Love made itself into hooks and bands."
% Feet, whence did you come, you darling things ?”
“From the same body as the cherubs' wings.”
" How did they all just come to be
“God thought about me, and so I grew."
* But how did you come to us, my dear ?" “ God thought about you, and so I am here."
AT THE PARTY.
At our house!
Quiet as a mouse!
You could hear a pin,-
This is the poem of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
Now whispered and revealed
BEING A BOY.
ONE of the best things in the world to be is a boy; it requires no experience, though it needs some practice to be a good one. The disadvantage of the position is that he does not last long enough. It is soon over. Just as you get used to being a boy, you have to be something else, with a good deal more work to do and not half so much fun. And yet every boy is anxious to be a man, and is very uneasy with the restrictions that are put upon him as a boy. There are so many bright spots in the life of a farm boy that I sometimes think I should like to live the life over again. I should almost be willing to be a girl if it were not for the chores. There is a great comfort to a boy in the amount of work he can get rid of doing. It is sometimes astonishing how slow he can go on an errand. Perhaps he couldn't explain, himself, why, when he is sent to the neighbor's after yeast, he stops to stone the frogs. He is not exactly
cruel, but he wants to see if he can hit 'em. It is
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WY NEIGHBOR'S BABY ACROSS in the map 23"IT
inme of sati. 2!. I see, 'Death its fuel
Such a flood of flounces
Oh, dear me!
Like a silken sea.
Cast upon the ground,
Were a sort of sin;
That would be !
Aged five: “I've tumbled up my over-dress,
Sure as I'm alive!
We sent to Worth for it;
Such a fit!”
Though I had my choice;