Lesson LXXVIII.

The little people.

1.  A dreary place would be this earth,
Were there no little people in it;
The song of life would lose its mirth,
Were there no children to begin it;

2.  No little forms, like buds to grow,
And make the admiring heart surrender;
No little hands on breast and brow,
To keep the thrilling love chords tender.

3.  The sterner souls would grow more stern,
Unfeeling nature more inhuman,
And man to utter coldness turn,
And woman would be less than woman.

4.  Life’s song, indeed, would lose its charm,
Were there no babies to begin it;
A doleful place this world would be,
Were there no little people in it.

John G. Whittier.

        208 Third reader.

Lesson LXXIX.

Good night.

1.  The sun is hidden from our sight,
The birds are sleeping sound;
’T is time to say to all, “Good night!”
And give a kiss all round.

2.  Good night, my father, mother, dear! 
Now kiss your little son;
Good night, my friends, both far and near! 
Good night to every one.

3.  Good night, ye merry, merry birds! 
Sleep well till morning light;
Perhaps, if you could sing in words,
You would have said, “Good night!”

4.  To all my pretty flowers, good night! 
You blossom while I sleep;
And all the stars, that shine so bright,
With you their watches keep.

5.  The moon is lighting up the skies,
The stars are sparkling there;
’T is time to shut our weary eyes,
And say our evening prayer. 
Mrs. Follen.