Poems
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For we yet are children Playing with our toys, Grasping at the firelights Humored by the noise.
But I think I see the future In the distance where it lies Like a vision of the morning Stretching out beneath the skies.
Nor mankind will know its mission Nor its doubts will be withdrawn Nor the race will be perfected Till it rises with the dawn.
15 f>e Cfjttfo &ealm LITTLE child sat on the sloping strand Gazing at the flow and the free, Thrusting its feet into the golden sand, Playing with the wav...es and the sea.
I snatched a weed that was tossed on the flood And unraveled its tangled skeins; And I traced the course of the fertile blood That lay deep in its meshed veins ; I told how the stars are garnered in space, How the moon on its course is rolled; How the earth is hung in its ceaseless place As it whirls in its orbit old.
The little child paused with its busy hands And gazed for a moment at me ; Then it dropped again to its golden sands And played with the waves and the sea.
16 Country g>cf)ool certainly will come a day As men become simple and wise, When schools will put their books away Till they train the hands and the eyes ; Then the school from its heart will say In love of the winds and the skies : I teach The earth and soil To them that toil, The hill and fen To common men That live just here ; The plants that grow, The winds that blow, The streams that run In rain and sun Throughout the year ; The shop and mart, The craft and art, The men to=day, The part they play In humble sphere; 17 And then I lead Thro* wood and mead By bench and rod Out unto God With love and cheer.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
For we yet are children Playing with our toys, Grasping at the firelights Humored by the noise.
But I think I see the future In the distance where it lies Like a vision of the morning Stretching out beneath the skies.
Nor mankind will know its mission Nor its doubts will be withdrawn Nor the race will be perfected Till it rises with the dawn.
15 f>e Cfjttfo &ealm LITTLE child sat on the sloping strand Gazing at the flow and the free, Thrusting its feet into the golden sand, Playing with the wav...es and the sea.
I snatched a weed that was tossed on the flood And unraveled its tangled skeins; And I traced the course of the fertile blood That lay deep in its meshed veins ; I told how the stars are garnered in space, How the moon on its course is rolled; How the earth is hung in its ceaseless place As it whirls in its orbit old.
The little child paused with its busy hands And gazed for a moment at me ; Then it dropped again to its golden sands And played with the waves and the sea.
16 Country g>cf)ool certainly will come a day As men become simple and wise, When schools will put their books away Till they train the hands and the eyes ; Then the school from its heart will say In love of the winds and the skies : I teach The earth and soil To them that toil, The hill and fen To common men That live just here ; The plants that grow, The winds that blow, The streams that run In rain and sun Throughout the year ; The shop and mart, The craft and art, The men to=day, The part they play In humble sphere; 17 And then I lead Thro* wood and mead By bench and rod Out unto God With love and cheer.
What to read after Poems?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by L H Liberty Hyde Bailey to read onlineMoreLess
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