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xth Grades Seventh and Eighth Grades Poor Richard's Sayings GRADED Memory Selections FIRST GRADE THE BABY. Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of the everywhere into the here. Where did you get your eyes so blue? Out of the sky as I came through. What makes the light in them sparkle and spin? Some of the starry spikes left in. Where did you get that little tear? I found it waiting when I got here. What makes your forehead so smooth and high? A soft hand stroked it as I went by. What makes your cheek like a warm, white rose? I saw something better than any one know. Whence that three-corner'd smile of bliss? Three angels gave me at once a kiss. Where did you get this pearly ear? God spoke, and it came out to hear. Where did you get those arms and hands? Love made itself into hooks and bands. Feet, whence did you come, you darling things? From the same box as the cherubs' wings. How did they all come just to be you? God thought of me and so I grew. But how did you come to us, you dear? God thought of you, and so I am here. --_George Macdonald._ THE LITTLE PLANT. In the heart of a seed, buried deep, so deep, A dear little plant lay fast asleep. "Wake," said the sunshine, "and creep to the light." "Wake," said the voice of the rain-drops bright. The little plant heard and rose to see What the wonderful outside world might be. --_Anon._ SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP! Sleep, baby, sleep! Thy father watches his sheep; Thy mother is shaking the dreamland tree, And down comes a little dream on thee. Sleep, baby, sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep! The large stars are the sheep; The little stars are the lambs, I guess; And the gentle moon is the shepherdess. Sleep, baby, sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep! Our Saviour loves His sheep; He is the Lamb of God on high, Who for our sakes came down to die. Sleep, baby, sleep! --_E. Prentiss (from the German)._ ONE, TWO, THREE. One, two, three, a bonny boat I see, A silver boat and all afloat upon a rosy sea. One, two, three, the riddle tell to me. The moon afloat is the bonny boat, the sunset is the sea.
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