THERE is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. 72 THE BEGGAR. The works of God above, below, Are pages in that book to show The glorious sky, embracing all, Wherewith encompassed, great and small In peace The dew of heaven is like His grace, It steals in silence down; But where it lights, the favored place Thou, who hast given me eyes to see THE BEGGAR. A BEGGAR through the world am I, KEBLE. THE BEGGAR. A little of thy steadfastness, Old oak, give me, That the world's blasts may round me blow, While my stout-hearted trunk below And firm-set roots unshaken be. Some of thy stern, unyielding might, The changeful April sky of chance Some of thy pensiveness serene, Some of thy never-dying green, Put in this scrip of mine, That griefs may fall like snow-flakes light, And deck me in a robe of white, Ready to be an angel bright, O sweetly-mournful pine. A little of thy merriment, 73 74 GUESS WHAT I HAVE HEARD. Ye have been very kind and good Of all good things I would have part, Heaven help me! how could I forget That blossoms here as well, unseen, J. R. LOWELL. GUESS WHAT I HAVE HEARD. DEAR mother, guess what I have heard! Look at this little piece of green 'T will soon be spring, I know. GUESS WHAT I HAVE HEARD. And O, come here, come here and look! How fast it runs along! Here is a cunning little brook; O, hear its pretty song! I know 't is glad the winter 's gone For now it merrily runs on, And goes just where it will. I feel just like the brook, I know; "Good by, cold weather, ice, and snow; I love to think of what you said, Of this great world that God has made, And now it is the happy Spring 75 MRS. FOLLEN. "Be kind to all you chance to meet, |