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THEY DIDN'T THINK

And can't you take a warning
From their dreadful fate
Who began their thinking

When it was too late?

Don't think there's always safety
When no danger shows;

Don't suppose you know more
Than anybody knows;

But when you're warned of ruin,

Pause upon the brink,

And don't go under headlong,

'Cause you didn't think.

PHOEBE CARY.

TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR

TWINKLE, twinkle, Little Star;

How I wonder what you are!

Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.

When the glorious sun is set,
When the grass with dew is wet,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep;
For you never shut your eye
Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveller in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

JANE TAYLOR.

THANKSGIVING DAY

VER the river and through the wood,
To grandfather's house we'll go;
The horse knows the way

To carry the sleigh

Through the white and drifted snow.

Over the river and through the wood,

Oh, how the wind does blow!

It stings the toes,

And bites the nose,

As over the ground we go.

Over the river and through the wood,
To have a first-rate play,-
Hear the bells ring,

"Ting-a-ling-ding!"

Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!

Over the river and through the wood

Trot fast, my dapple gray!

Spring over the ground

Like a hunting hound!
For this is Thanksgiving Day.

THANKSGIVING DAY

Over the river and through the wood,
And straight through the barn-yard gate!
We seem to go

Extremely slow,—

It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the wood;
Now grandmother's cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun!

Is the pudding done?

Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

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LYDIA MARIA CHILD.

UP AND DOWN

THE sun is gone down,

And the moon's in the sky;

But the sun will come up,
And the moon be laid by.

The flower is asleep,
But it is not dead;
When the morning shines,
It will lift its head.

When the winter comes

It will die-no, no;

It will only hide

From the frost and snow.

Sure is the summer,

Sure is the sun;

The night and the winter

Away they run.

GEORGE MACDONALD.