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"I went up close, but I didn't speak One word, but I gave her on her cheek The softest bit of a little kiss,
Just in a whisper, and then I said this:
"She opened her eyes and looked at me,
"I never told her 'twas only me,
THE DISCONTENTED BUTTERCUP.
The flowers all bloomed together,
A robin who had soared too high,
For daisies grow so trig and tall ;
And buttercups must always be
The same old tiresome color,
"Dear robin," said this sad young flower, 'Perhaps you'd not mind trying
To find a nice white frill for me,
"You silly thing!" the robin said;
I'd rather be my honest self
"You're nicer in your own bright gown; The little children love you;
Be the best buttercup you can,
"Though swallows leave me out of sight,
"Look bravely up into the sky,
Sarah A. Jewett.
Down in a green and shady bed
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head,
And yet it was a lovely flower,
Yet there it was content to bloom,
And there diffused a sweet perfume
Then let me to the valley go,
WHAT THE WINDS BRING.
WHICH is the wind that brings the cold?
Which is the wind that brings the heat?
Which is the wind that brings the rain?
The East-wind, Arty; and farmers know That cows come shivering up the lane When the East begins to blow.
Which is the wind that brings the flowers?
Edmund Clarence Stedman.
I WAS sitting in my study,
"But I'se tired of the kitty,
Want some ozzer fing to do. Witing letters, is 'ou, mamma? Tan't I wite a letter too ?"
"Not now, darling, mamma's busy; Run and play with kitty, now." "No, no, mamma; me wite letter,
Tan if 'ou will show me how."
I would paint my darling's portrait
But the eager face was clouded,
So I parted back the tresses
From his forehead high and white, And a stamp in sport I pasted 'Mid its waves of golden light.
Then I said, "Now, little letter,
Go away and bear good news."