THE TWO SPRITES.

Always turn your back upon her
Jn your work and in your play,

Or you'll always find a mountain
Or a lion in your way.

But the other comes with footsteps
Dancing lightly as the breeze,

And her face is wreathed with smiling,
Like the sunshine ’mong the trees,

And her song is like the bird-notes,
‘Yet e’en merrier than these.

If her dancing feet should travel
In the path the first has trod,
‘You will see the frowning mountains

Quickly vanish at her nod,
And the shadows flee to hide them
From before her tiny rod.

When she waves her silver sceptre,
If you follow in the way,

Never, never turning backward,
At the closing of the day

With a crown success will wait you,
All your labor to repay.

Will you have the bright attendant,
Or the sprite with scowling eye?
‘You must choose between them, darling,
One of them is always by.
_And their names—pray listen closely—

Are I can’t and I wit Try.
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