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The Barefoot Time

The Barefoot Time

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straight!” the mother cried,

When their round shoulders she espied.
“You’ll be humpbacked unless you do,”
The father said—“a thing you’ll rue!”
But, no! the boys had their own way,
Refusing counsel to obey,
Until—too late to change, alack!
Each had a hump upon his back!


A SUMMER TASK

How the birds all build their nests,
How the woodchuck digs his hole,
Why the husband is more colored
Than is Mrs. Oriole,
Why the rabbit’s dark in summer,
When in winter he’s so white,
What becomes of Baby Partridge
When its mother takes affright,
How she also is a drummer,—
Mrs. Partridge, ’course I mean,—
How the bee obtains its honey,
Why its cells one form are seen,—
Won’t I have a jolly summer;
Not a single thing to do,
But to learn these nature secrets,—
Then I’ll whisper them to you!

CHARACTER

It blazes not like a meteor forth,
A flash, and then swift to die.
Like a star unseen through the clouds and mist,
It steadily shines, while by darkness kissed,
As it does in the azure sky!


THE ATTIC RUBBISH

I climbed the stairs with grandma,—
’Twas not very long ago,
To the attic—full of rubbish;
(P’r’aps I shouldn’t call it so),
For her lips were all a-tremble,
As she whispered low, “You see,
Child, no one can ever realize
The scenes they all bring back to me!”
Then she drew into the sunlight,
From a corner, almost hid,
The quaintest, oddest hair trunk,
With brass nail words on the lid!
Lifting it, she took out slowly
(Once she wore it—you can guess),
Just the daintiest of garments,—
A faded, sleeveless bridal dress.
Just beneath there lay a sampler,
Folded o’er some rose leaves wild;
“This,” she said (I scarcely heard it),
“This I did when but a child.”
Near by stood a tiny flax-wheel,—
Round and round the wheel she turned,
As with it, a blushing maiden,
She her wedding “outfit” earned.

Then beside a wooden cradle,
Grandma in an arm-chair sat;
Rocked it back and forward gently,
With her foot—yet stranger’n that,
Sang: “Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber”,—
And with such a yearning tone,
I softly stole away and left her,
With her dream scenes all alone!

A WEED

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