The little flowers perfume the air.
And make the earth look pretty and fair,
And that you, my dear, will do your share
To make life sweet, is father’s prayer.
IN GRACE’S ALBUM.
The sun ne’er fails to do his duty,
Nor moon and stars to show their beauty,
Thus sweet little girls are taught the way,
To do their duty day after day,
To work and shine in every place,
And fill the big world with love and—Grace.
THE GALLOP OF LIFE
The infant at home
Unable to roam,
And enter in the fields of strife,
Drops on hands and knees,
In—go as you please,
And starts in the gallop of life.
He often is dumped
And severely bumped,
When he is learning how to walk;
But he keeps trying,
Even while crying,
Until able to tread the chalk.
Next he tries talking,
While still or walking,
And coins words not used in the past;
But keeps on gaining,
Without much training,
And really gets on quite fast.
He’ll soon be at school
And breaking the rule,
Which never is fit till it’s broke;
’Tis always too tight,
For boys that do right,
And hangs on their neck like a yoke.