158 THE PIG AND THE HEN So a grateful good-bye." Make your home in my sty." Says the pig," and come in every day." Now my child will not miss The true moral of this Little story of anger and strife; For a word spoken soft Will turn enemies oft Into friends that will stay friends for life. ALICE CARY. THE POPPY IGH on a bright and sunny bed HIGH A scarlet poppy grew; And up it thrust its staring head, And thrust it full in view. Yet no attention did it win For though within its scarlet breast From this I may a hint obtain, JANE TAYLOR. THE SANDPIPER ACROSS the lonely beach we flit One little sandpiper and I; And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered driftwood, bleached and dry. The wild waves reach their hands for it, The wild wind raves, the tide runs high, As up and down the beach we flit, Above our heads the sullen clouds I see the close-reefed vessels fly, I watch him as he skims along, Nor flash of fluttering drapery. He scans me with a fearless eye; Staunch friends are we, well tried and strong, The little sandpiper and I. THE SANDPIPER Comrade, where wilt thou be to-night, When the loosed storm breaks furiously? 161 CELIA THAXTER. |