JOHN GRIMLY. Shouting, all aglee with laughter, That the horse’s tail was black ! So they both agreed to profit By the lesson they had learned, And to tell each other of it Often as the fit returned. OUR FATHER MADE THEM ALL. WOULD not hurt a living thing, However weak or small ; The beasts that graze, the birds that sing, Our Father made them all; Without his notice, I have read, A. sparrow cannot fall. JOHN GRIMLY. OHN GRIMLY lived in a worn-out house— A house unpainted, old, and gray— That let in the wind in winter time, And the drenching shower of the April day. The windows were little, and rough, and square, And a man must stoop to go in at the door; And the winter sleet and the sunshine fair Came in through the chinks on the rotten floor. John Grimly’s years were sixty and two, His form was bent and his hair was gray, Yet he trudged, be the skies or gray or blue, To his lonely workshop every day. | 66