LITTLE ONES AT HOME.

Little drops of rain

Bring the springing flowers,
And I may attain

Much by little powers.

Every little mite,
Every little measure,

Helps to spread the light,
Helps to swell the treasure.

 

THE SPIDER AND THE FLY.

“Will you walk into my parlor?” -
Said a spider to a fly ; |
“T is the prettiest little parlor
That ever you did spy.
The way into my parlor
Is up a winding stair,
And I have many pretty things
To show when you are there.
“Qh no, no!” said the little fly,
“To ask me is in vain ;
For who goes up your winding stairs,
Can ne’er come down again.”

“Tm gure you must be weary

With soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?”

Said the spider to the fly.

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