SEVEN TIMES ONE THERE'S no dew left on the daisies and clover, There's no rain left in heaven; I've said my "seven times" over and over, I am old, so old I can write a letter; The lambs play always, they know no better,— O Moon! In the night I have seen you sailing And shining so round and low; You were bright, ah, bright! but your light is failing,— You are nothing now but a bow. You Moon, have you done something wrong in heaven, I hope if you have, you will soon be forgiven, O velvet, bee, you're a dusty fellow; SEVEN TIMES ONE O columbine, open your folded wrapper, And show me your nest, with the young ones in it,— I I will not steal it away; am old! you must trust me, linnet, linnet,— I am seven times one today. JEAN INGELOW. 99 €55923 A THE CHESTNUT BURR WEE little nut lay deep in its nest Of satin and brown, the softest and best, And slept and grew while its cradle rocked, As it hung in the boughs that interlocked. Now the house was small where the cradle lay, This little nut grew, and ere long it found And soon the house that had kept it warm But the little nut, as it waiting lay, ANONYMOUS. A THE CHICKEN'S MISTAKE LITTLE downy chicken one day Asked leave to go on the water, Where she saw a duck with her brood at play, Swimming and splashing about her. Indeed, she began to peep and cry, When her mother wouldn't let her: "If ducks can swim there, why can't I; Are they any bigger or better?" "Listen to me, Then the old hen answered, But chicky wistfully eyed the brook, For she seemed to say by a knowing look, And as her mother was scratching the ground, She muttered lower and lower, "I know I can go there and not get drowned, And so I think I'll show her." 102 THE CHICKEN'S MISTAKE Then she made a plunge where the stream was deep, And now I hope her fate will show That those who are older sometimes know That each content in his place should dwell, And envy not his brother; And any part that is acted well Is just as good as another. For we all have our proper sphere below, PHOEBE CARY. |