THE FOUNTAIN

INTO the sunshine,
Full of the light,

Leaping and flashing
From morn till night!

Into the moonlight,

Whiter than snow, Waving so flowerlike

When the winds blow!

Into the starlight,

Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight,

Happy by day!

Ever in motion,

Blithesome and cheery,

Still climbing heavenward,

Never a-weary:—

Glad of all weathers,

Still seeming best,

Upward or downward

Motion thy rest;—

THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL

HE mountain and the squirrel

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Had a quarrel,

And the former called the latter "Little prig!"

Bun replied,

"You are doubtless very big,

But all sorts of things and weather

Must be taken in together

To make up a year,
And a sphere:

And I think it no disgrace
To occupy my place.

If I'm not so large as you,
You're not so small as I.
And not half so spry;

I'll not deny you make

A very pretty squirrel track.

Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;

If I cannot carry forests on my back,

Neither can you crack a nut."

RALPH WALDO EMERSON.

THE NIGHT WIND

AVE you ever heard the wind go "Yooooo?"

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'Tis a pitiful sound to hear!

It seems to chill you through and through

With a strange and speechless fear;

It's the voice of the night that broods outside
When folks should be asleep.

And many and many's the time I've cried

To the darkness that brooded far and wide
Over the land and deep:

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Whom do you want, O lonely night,

That you wait the long hours through?

And the night would say in its ghostly way:

"Yo000000!

Yooooooo!

Yooooooo!"

My mother told me long ago

(When I was a little lad),

That when the night went wailing so,

Somebody had been bad;

And then when I was snug in bed,

Whither I had been sent,

With the blankets drawn up around my head,

I'd think of what my mother'd said,

And wonder what boy she meant!

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THE NIGHT WIND

And who's been bad today?" I'd ask

Of the wind that hoarsely blew;

And that voice would say in its awful way:

"Yooooooo!

Yooooooo!

Yooooooo!"

That this was true I must allow-
You'll not believe it, though!

Yes, though I'm quite a model now,
I was not always so.

And if you doubt what things I say,
Suppose you make the test;

Suppose when you've been bad some day,

And up to bed are sent away

From mother and the rest

Suppose you ask, "Who has been bad?"

And then you'll hear what's true:

For the wind will moan in its ruefullest tone

"Yoo00000!

Yo000000!

Yooooooo!"

EUGENE FIELD.