"I didn't like to say it"—
Her answer was grave, and slow—
"That the earth goes whirling 'round like a ball,
For I don't see how they know.
"I'll write it down on my paper,
(The one that I hand to you)
But when I die I shall find the Lord,
And ask Him if it's true."
The classes were called without her,
And the schooldays come and go,