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The lark's on the wing;

The snail's on the thorn:
God's in His heaven-

All's right with the world!

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Pippa, a poor girl who works in the silk mills, has only one holiday in all the year. On the morning of this holiday she tries to think who is the happiest person in the town, because she wants to imagine that she is that person for one day. But later she has a better thought than this and she says,

"I will pass each and see their happiness,

And envy none-being just as great, no doubt,
Useful to men, and dear to God, as they."

So little Pippa goes down the street, singing this beautiful morning song and doing good to all who hear her.

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TODAY

THOMAS CARLYLE

Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881) was a great Scotch writer of essayt and history. He lived in Edinburgh and later in London.

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The poet tells us in the

first stanza to "think". What does he want us to think about? Find the same lines in another stanza.

Why did the poet repeat these words?

What do you think he meant by the words, a useless day" referred to in the first and last stanzas of this poem?

What can we do to make a day useful?

To whom should our days be useful?

Read lines which you would like to commit to memory. Read the short story which fol lows and try to tell it to someDid Titus and the poet have the same idea of a "useless'' day?

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The Roman Emperor, Titus, won the love of all his people by his kindness and generosity to those who were in trouble. One night at supper, remembering that he had not helped anyone that day, he exclaimed, “My friends, I have lost a day!''

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THE NIGHT HAS A THOUSAND EYES

FRANCIS BOURDILLON

Francis William Bourdillon (1852- ), an English poet, lives at Buddington, England. He attended college at Oxford.

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Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832) was born in Scotland. He was a famous novelist and poet. He learned the Scottish legends and ballads when a child. These he wove into his writings.

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O, HUSH thee, my babie! thy sire was a knight,

Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright;

The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see,
They are all belonging, dear babie, to thee.

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