Through all the night,
Through dawn’s pale flush, and noon’s full light,
And even at twilight, when the dusk
Hides all the room from view,
Out of his little cabinet
He calls,—“Cuckoo, cuckoo!”
Though but a toy,
Yet might the giddiest girl or boy
Learn three most pleasant truths from it:
How patiently to wait,
How to give greeting graciously,
And never to be too late.
’Tis sweet to hear,
Though oft repeated, a word of cheer;
So this little comrade on the wall,
This bird that never flew,
Is an hourly comfort, with his call,
“Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo!”
Mrs. Clara Doty Bates.
DAVY’S GIRL.
ALEX. DUKE BAILIE.
She was only five years old, hardly that, but a stout, healthy little creature, full of love and fun, but often hard to manage.
Maggie was her name, but she would call herself nothing but “Davy’s girl.”