B u t he wisely will not vie
With hi s friends u p i n the sky .
Er e the stars begin to peep , Little day - sta r goes t o sle ep .
When the sun is in the sky
Then he opes again his eye ,
Looki n g up as i f to say ,
“ I m ay cheer som e one to - d ay .
But at last he sh in es no m ore ,
F or his bright young days are o ’ er ;
And now , growing on t he gree n ,
Just a m isty ball is seen .
Now my story soo n is told .
Dandelion has grown quite old
Like a gray - haired m an , we say ,
Waiting t o be called away .
S e e ! his hair is white a s snow,
And he ’ s very glad t o go .
F or I ’ ll tell you , e very one , A ll his work has been well done .
When the bree z es gently blow, V oices call h i m soft an d low, Which he gladly will obey ; For he then will fly away .
Dear little violet
I am glad to see you .
You are blu e , like the sky.
I found you in the woods .
Y ou did not know I wa s coming .
Yet you are dressed i n your very best .
Is Miss White V iolet your cousin
Miss Yello w V iolet m ust be y our cousin, too .
I love you, every one . You bloom whether any one sees you or not .
I can learn som ething from you .
I m ust d o my very best , even i f no one sees m e .
I . MAPLE SEED S .
On e spring day I looked up into a m aple tree .
I saw m any little seeds with wings .
H ow they turned about and tried to
g e t away !
B ut thei r stems held them fast to
t h e tre e .
They seem ed to say
“ Mother tree , do let us go . We should like to try our wings in this wind . We wish to begin to be trees our selves .
”
But the old tree said
“ Not yet , little seeds ; you are too young .
Wait a while an d I will let you go .
Y ou must stay with m e till you are
q uite grown .
”