My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky; So was it when my life began, So is it now I am a man, So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. —_William Wordsworth._ _Hey! Diddle, Diddle._ Hey! diddle, diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon. _Little Jack Jingle._ Little Jack Jingle, He used to live single; But when he got tired of this kind of life, He left off being single, and lived with his wife. _Cock Robin Got Up Early._ Cock Robin got up early At the break of day, And went to Jenny’s window, To sing a roundelay. He sang Cock Robin’s Love To the pretty Jenny Wren, And when he got unto the end, Then he began again. _Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat._ Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been? “I’ve been up to London to look at the Queen.” Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there? “I frightened a little mouse under the chair.” SPRING SONG. Spring comes hither, Buds the rose; Roses wither, Sweet Spring goes. Summer soars,— Wide-winged day; White light pours, Flies away. Soft winds blow, Westward born; Onward go, Toward the morn. —_George Eliot._ Millions for defense, but not one cent for tribute. —_C. C. Pinckney._ DUTY. So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man; When Duty whispers low, “Thou Must,” The youth replies, “I can.” —_Ralph Waldo Emerson._ _Dickory, Dickory, Dock._ [Illustration] Dickory, dickory, dock, The mouse ran up the clock, The clock struck one, The mouse ran down; Hickory, dickory, dock. _There Was an Old Man._ There was an old man, And he had a calf, And that’s half; He took him out of the stall, And put him on the wall, And that’s all. PLAYING MOTHER—A MONOLOGUE. [Illustration] Now, dollie, dear, you have been here For a long time, almost a year, And we have played with one another— That you were baby, I was mother. Now let us change about, I pray, And you be mother for to-day.