The sword, and the chisel, and palette,
Shall be held in the little brown hand.
—M. H. Krout.
WINTER AND SUMMER.
Oh, I wish the Winter would go,
And I wish the Summer would come,
Then the big brown farmers will hoe,
And the little brown bee will hum.
Then the robin his fife will trill,
And the wood-piper beat his drum;