The New Poetical Reader. CHILDREN.-Longfellow. COME to me, O ye children! Ye open the eastern windows, In your hearts are the birds and the sunshine, And the first fall of the snow. Ah! what would the world be to us, What the leaves are to the forest, That to the world are children; Come to me, O ye children! What the birds and the winds are singing For what are all our contrivings, Ye are better than all the ballads And all the rest are dead. TRUST IN GOD AND DO THE RIGHT.— N. Macleod. COURAGE, brother, do not stumble, Let the road be rough and dreary, Perish policy and cunning! Perish all that fears the light! Trust no party, sect, or faction; Trust no lovely forms of passion; Simple rule, and safest guiding, 'Trust in God, and do the right.' |