NOVEMBER SECOND
Heigh ho! Daisies and buttercups!
Mother shall weave them a daisy chain;
Sing them a song of the pretty hedge sparrow,
That loved her brown little ones, loved them full fain:
Sing, "Heart, thou art wide though the house be but narrow";
Sing once and sing it again.
Jean Ingelow
NOVEMBER THIRD
Fair little children, morning-bright,
With faces grave, yet soft to sight,
Expressive of restrained delight.
Mrs. Browning
NOVEMBER FOURTH
Our youth! Our childhood! That spring of springs!
'T is surely one of the blessedest things
That nature ever intended.
Hood
NOVEMBER FIFTH
Ah how good a school is the school of home!
Anatole France
NOVEMBER SIXTH
Loving she is and tractable, though wild;
And innocence hath privilege in her
To dignify arch looks and laughing eyes.
Wordsworth