THE LITTLE STUDENT.
In the sun by the wall, with Lion close by,
With her book in her hand, little Ruth you may spy:
She is getting her lesson as fast as she can,
While the birds sing their song and the soft breezes fan.
See, that is her slate lying there on the ground:
She can make a square figure, and then make a round;
She can add up a sum, if it's not very big;
But she cannot yet draw me a cat or a pig.
But she tries to learn something, though little it be,
Each day of her life,—something useful, you see:
And in two or three years you will find she can spell,
Read, cipher, and write, and do it all well.
Ellen Simpson.
