THE LITTLE HAY-MAKERS.
Hurrah! The grass is tangling,
In the fields so fair;
For little ones are playing
In merry fashion there.
"Oh, joy," say they, "comes with the day
When John begins to cut the hay."
"We're happy little children,
So much to make us glad;
We doubt if little princes
Know half the joys we've had;
But of all days, the merriest day
Is when we toss the new-mown hay."
Then away with books and lessons,
And off to the grass so sweet,
So fresh and green, so cool and clean,
So pleasant, to one's feet.
"For joy," say they, "comes with the day
When John begins to cut the hay."
Little Folks.
NOT BY HALVES.
IF you're told to do a thing,
And mean to do it really,
Never let it be by halves;
Do it fully, freely.
Do not make a poor excuse,
Waiting, weak, unsteady;
All obedience worth the "name”
Must be prompt and ready.