e,
Within the silent shade.

Then let me to the valley go,
This pretty flower to see,
That I may also learn to grow
In sweet humility.
--_Jane Taylor_.

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[Illustration]
SHEEP
By Rosa Bonheur (1822-1899)

One of the most famous artists of the world, born at Bordeaux,
France, March 22, 1822, died 1899. Her best known pictures are the
"Horse Fair" and "Tillage in Nivernais." During the siege of Paris
her studio was saved by the special order of the crown prince of
Prussia. She received the cross of the Legion of Honor in 1865
[End illustration]

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MAY DAY SONG

April's gone, the king of showers;
May is come, the queen of flowers;
Give me something, gentles dear,
For a blessing on the year.
For my garland give, I pray,
Words and smiles of cheerful May:
Birds of spring, to you we come,
Let us pick a little crumb.
--_John Keble_.

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THE LAMB

Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life and bade thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

Little lamb, I'll tell thee;
Little lamb, I'll tell thee.
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek and He is mild,
He became a little child.
I a child and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little lamb, God bless thee.
Little lamb, God bless thee.
--_William Blake_.

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[Illustration]
THE AGE OF INNOCENCE
Sir Joshua Reynolds (1723-1792)
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SOME MURMUR WHEN THEIR SKY IS CLEAR

Some murmur when their sky is clear
And wholly bright to view,
If one small speck of dark appear
In their great heaven of blue.

And some with thankful love are filled,
If but one streak of light,
One ray of God's good mercy gild
The darkness of their night.

In palaces are hearts that ask,
In discontent and pride,
Why life is such a dreary task
And all good things denied.

And hearts in poorest huts admire
How love has in their aid,
Love that not ever seems to tire,
Such rich provision made.
--_Archbishop