They made her go up close to it, and put her arms around
The trunk, and see how firmly it was fastened in the ground;
They told her all about the roots, that clung down deeper yet,
And spoke of other curious things, she never would forget.
Oh, I have heard of many, very many girls and boys
Who have to do without the sight, of pretty books and toys—
Who have never seen the ocean; but the saddest thought to me
Is that any where there lives a child, who never saw a tree.
A FUNNY HORSE.
Knock! Knock! Knock! I’ve been before this block
More than half an hour, I should say;
I am standing in the sun, while Miss Lucy lingers on,
Talking of the fashions of the day.
It is a trick you know, she taught me long ago,
But now I am in earnest, not in play;
And the world is very wide, to a horse that isn’t tied,
I’ve a mind to go and ask the price of hay.
There’s a nail in my shoe that needs fixing too,
And I want a drink more than I can say;
How I could run, with my dandy harness on!
But it’s such a mean thing to run away.
Rap! Tap! Tap! That’s enough to break a nap—
There she comes, and is laughing at the way
I brought her to the door, when she wouldn’t come before,
That’s a trick worth playing any day.