A Spider who sat in her web on the wall Perceived the poor victims and pitied their fall; She cried, "Of such murders how guiltless am I!” Then ran to regale on a new-taken fly. Ex. 71. I CAN AND I CAN'T. AS Our Young Folks. S on through life's journey we go day by day, There are two whom we meet each turn of the way, To help or to hinder, to bless or to ban, And the names of these two are," I can't” and “I can.” "I can't" is a dwarf, a poor, pale, puny imp; "I can" is a giant; unbending he stands; There is strength in his arm and skill in his hands; "I can't" is a coward, half fainting with fright; "I can" is a hero, the first in the field: Though others may falter, he never will yield; How grandly and nobly he stands to his trust Where our fireside comforts sit, Ex. 73. THE ONLY COMFORTER. Moore. THOU! who dry'st the mourner's tear, If, when deceived and wounded here, The friends who in our sunshine live When joy no longer soothes or cheers, Is dimmed and vanished too! Come brightly wafting through the gloom With more than rapture's ray, As darkness shows us worlds of light HERE'S no dew left on the daisie TE no I've said my "seven times over and Seven times one are seven. I am old, so old I can write a letter My birthday lessons are done. The lambs play always, they know They are only one times one. O Moon! in the night I have seen you And shining so round and low. You were bright- ah, bright- but yo You are nothing now but a bow. two twin turtle-doves dwell! int toll me the purple clapper angs in your clear green bell! ne your nest, with the young ones in it, — not steal them away: You may trust me, linnet, linnet ! even times one to-day. - THE BIRD LET LOOSE. Moore. E bird let loose in eastern skies, When hastening fondly home, stoops to earth her wing, nor flies ere idle warblers roam; h she shoots through air and light, ve all low delay, nothing earthly bounds her flight. shadow dims her way. nt me, God, from every care freedom on her wings |