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- JACK FROST GABRIEL SETOUN
- A LIFE LESSON BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY
- THE SPIDER AND THE FLY BY MARY HOWITT
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JACK FROST GABRIEL SETOUN
The door was shut, as doors should be,Before you went to bed last night;
Yet Jack Frost has got in, you see,
And left your window silver white.
And not a single word he spoke,
But pencilled o'er the panes and crept
Away again before you woke.
Nor fields that stretch beyond the lane;
But there are fairer things than these
His fingers traced on every pane.
Hills and dales, and streams and fields;
And knights in armor riding by,
With nodding plumes and shining shields.
Big ships with sails spread to the breeze;
And yonder, palm trees waving fair
On islands set in silver seas,
And herds of cows and flocks of sheep;
And fruit and flowers and all the things
You see when you are sound asleep.
The door when all the lights are out,
Jack Frost takes every breath you breathe,
And knows the things you think about.
In fairy lines with frozen steam;
And when you wake you see again
The lovely things you saw in dream.
Third and Fourth Grades, Prescribed by State Courses of Study by Anonymous
A LIFE LESSON BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY
There! little girl! don't cry!They have broken your doll, I know;
And your tea-set blue,
And your play-house, too,
Are things of long ago;
But childish troubles will soon pass by,
There! little girl! don't cry!
They have broken your slate, I know;
And the glad wild ways
Of your school-girl days
Are things of the long ago;
But life and love will soon come by,
There! little girl! don't cry!
They have broken your heart, I know;
And the rainbow gleams
Of your youthful dreams
Are things of the long ago;
But heaven holds all for which you sigh,
There! little girl! don't cry!
Third and Fourth Grades, Prescribed by State Courses of Study by Anonymous
THE SPIDER AND THE FLY BY MARY HOWITT
"Will you walk into my parlor?"Said a spider to a fly;
"'Tis the prettiest little parlor
That ever you did spy.
The way into my parlor
Is up a winding stair,
And I have many pretty things
To show you when you're there."
"O no, no," said the little fly,
"To ask me is in vain;
For who goes up your winding stair
Can ne'er come down again."
With soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?"
Said the spider to the fly.
"There are pretty curtains drawn around;
The sheets are fine and thin;
And if you like to rest awhile,
I'll snugly tuck you in."
"O no, no," said the little fly,
"For I've often heard it said
They never, never wake again,
Who sleep upon your bed."
"Dear friend, what shall I do
To prove the warm affection
I've always felt for you?
I have, within my pantry,
Good store of all that's nice;
I'm sure you're very welcome--
Will you please to take a slice?"
"O no, no," said the little fly,
"Kind sir, that cannot be;
I've heard what's in your pantry,
And I do not wish to see."
"You're witty and you're wise;
How handsome are your gauzy wings,
How brilliant are your eyes.
I have a little looking-glass
Upon my parlor shelf;
If you'll step in one moment, dear,
You shall behold yourself."
"I thank you, gentle sir," she said,
"For what you're pleased to say,
And bidding you good-morning now,
I'll call another day."
And went into his den,
For well he knew the silly fly
Would soon be back again;
So he wove a subtle web
In a little corner sly,
And set his table ready
To dine upon the fly.
And merrily did sing,
"Come hither, hither, pretty fly,
With pearl and silver wing;
Your robes are green and purple,
There's a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright,
But mine are dull as lead."
This silly little fly,
Hearing his wily, flattering words,
Came slowly flitting by;
With buzzing wings she hung aloft,
Then near and nearer drew--
Thought only of her brilliant eyes,
And green and purple hue;
Thought only of her crested head--
Poor foolish thing! At last
Up jumped the cunning spider,
And fiercely held her fast.
Into his dismal den
Within his little parlor--but
She ne'er came out again!
And now, dear little children
Who may this story read,
To idle, silly, flattering words,
I pray you, ne'er give heed.
Unto an evil counselor
Close heart and ear and eye;
And take a lesson from this tale
Of the spider and the fly.
Third and Fourth Grades, Prescribed by State Courses of Study by Anonymous
