DYING IN SPRING-TIME. DYING IN SPRING-TIME. ""Tis hard to die in Spring-time !" Will all along the sunshine hours "Tis hard to die in Spring-time, The lark springs up into the sky, When the blackbird, with its yellow bill, "Tis hard to die in Spring-time, I shall not see the summer flowers Made fresh and sweet by gentle showers; I shall no more run out to play, For I am going far away!" DYING IN SPRING-TIME. ""Tis sweet to die in Spring-time "Tis sweet to die in Spring-time, And set me down in gardens fair 'Tis sweet to die in Spring-time; So, mother, let me go; We shall all be happy there, mother You often told me so. Dont say, Poor Ellen now is gone, And I am left to weep alone,' For though I am no longer here, I'll watch and wait till you come there." But I will I am not going to tell you all at once. tell you some things he says, and then you may guess what his name is, and what he does. "Where's my cap? I can't find my cap. I shall be too late for school! Where is it? Who knows where my cap is ?" "Where's my spelling-book? I forgot to get my spelling last night. I can't spell those long words. I'm sure I shall be kept." "Henry, lend me your slate-pencil. I've lost mine. I shan't get this sum done if you dont. Do lend it me." Now can you guess what his name is? Do you give it up? Then I will tell you. His name is CARELESS. He is a thoughtless, cross, fretful fellow, always out of order, and always too late in all he has to do. Do you know any one like him? I hope you dont. But how is it that he is a thief? What does he steal? He steals one of the best things in the world, which, if you send a police-man, can never be got THE SUNNY SIDE THE WAY. back again, and which all the gold in the world cannot buy. And when he has stolen it he wastes it, and so it does no good to him or any one else. Is he not a sad thief? Now guess what he steals. Do you give that up too. Then I will tell you again-he steals TIME. He steals it and wastes it in doing what he ought not to do, and then has none left to do what he ought to do. Do you know any one who, like CARELESS, steals TIME and wastes it? I hope you dont. "THE SUNNY SIDE THE WAY." A SONG OF SUNSHINE. COLDLY comes the March wind Coldly from the north Yet the cottage little ones Gaily venture forth: Free from cloud above them, The sunny side the way. THE SUNNY SIDE THE WAY. Sadly sighs the north wind Like a tale of sorrow, Told in mournful song: There the silver snowdrops- Their beauty all unfold. With their shining treasures on The sunny side the way. Coldly oft, the winds blow Care, and pain, and strife; The sunny side the way. |