Graded Memory Selections

by Various

Though more than it well can hold,

It seems to me they had better agree—

The black, the white, and the gold—

And share what comes of beds and crumbs,

And leave no bug in the cold.

—Alice Cary.

WHENEVER A LITTLE CHILD IS BORN.

Whenever a little child is born,

All night a soft wind rocks the corn,

One more butter-cup wakes to the morn,