But when the clock with-in the tower
  Strikes five, they al-ways pace
Slow-ly—­for well they know the hour—­
  Home to the milk-ing place.

Then in the yard quite still they stand,
  Swing-ing their la-zy tails,
Where Ann and Su-san are at hand
  With stools and milk-ing pails

I love to see the white milk flow,
  And in the pail froth up;
And Ann, who is so kind, I know,
  Will let me fill my cup.

AU-TUMN.

“Be glad then, and re-joice in the Lord your God.”—­Joel ii. 23.

’Tis au-tumn now; the corn is cut,
  But o-ther gifts for us are spread,
The pur-ple plum, the ripe brown nut,
  And pears and ap-ples, streaked with red,
A-mong the dark-green branch-es shine,
  Or on the grass be-neath them fall;
While full green clus-ters deck the vine
  That trails o’er trel-lis, roof, and wall.

In our dear land the la-den trees
  Be-speak God’s pro-vi-dence and love;
He sends all need-ful gifts like these
  For those who trust in Him a-bove. 
How good is He to make such choice
  Of plea-sant fruits for us to grow! 
’Tis meet, in-deed, that we re-joice
  In Him who loves His chil-dren so.

[Illustration:  Be glad then, and
rejoice in the Lord your god. 
Joel ii. 23]

[Illustration:  The squir-rel.]

THE SQUIR-REL.

“Squir-rel, squir-rel, brown and brisk,
  High a-bove me in the tree,
I can see you bound and frisk,
  I can see you peep at me.

“Squir-rel, squir-rel, you can play;
  Mer-rier beast is none than you;
Yet you are not only gay,
  You are wise and mer-ry too.

You can play till sum-mer’s o’er,
  And the nuts come fall-ing free,
Then to hoard your win-ter store
  You are busy as a bee.

“Squir-rel, squir-rel, I would bound
  Gai-ly at my sports as you,
And, like you, I would be found
  Care-ful for the fu-ture too.”

“Con-tra-ry winds”

Both Tom and Will had e-qual skill
  In mak-ing lit-tle boats and ships;
They cut a-way a whole half day,
  And co-vered all the floor with chips.

And when the boys had made their toys,
  They thought to put them to the test—­
To try which boat, when set a-float,
  Would sail a-cross a tub the best.

But Will and Tom, each blow-ing from
  A dif-fe-rent side, you well may guess,
No boats could go straight on, and so
  They tacked a-bout in great dis-tress.

Such heavy gales a-gainst their sails
  Made both the boats go whirl-ing round;
The sails got wet, the boats up-set,
  And all the crew on board were drowned.