And with the trueness of a beam,
Of light her wisdom made it seem,
That never dark is darkest night,
When one has met the Girl of Light.
ESCAPE.
There's not much left of those mountains you see,
Beautiful forest and great big trees,
The air so fresh and so peaceful too,
God made them for me and He made them for you,
We all need to escape from the world now and then,
So the mountains are where I've always been,
Just enjoy them when you can 'cause there will
Not be any mountains left for you and me.
THE LITTLE DAISY GIRL.
There was a little girl,
Who longed to be a flower,
So she teased her golden curl,
As she wished it by the hour.
One day her limbs began to shrivel,
And her clothes to all unravel,
Hair transformed to golden petals,
As her roots dug in the gravel.
Then said she,