THE SCHOOL.

“Lutte girl, where do you go to school,
And when do you go, little girl?

_ Over the grass, from dawn till dark,
Your feet are in a whul:

You and the cat jump here and there,
You and the robins sing;

But what do you know in the spelling-book ?
Have you ever learned anything?”

Thus the little girl answered —
Only stopping to cling

To my finger a minute,
As a bird on the wing

Catches a twig of sumach,
And stops to twitter and swing —

“When the daisies’ eyes are a-twinkle
With happy tears of dew;
When swallows waken in the eaves,
And the lamb bleats to the ewe;
When the lawns are golden-barred,
And the kiss of the wind is cool;
When morning’s breath blows out the stars —
Then do I go to school !

“ My school-roof is the dappled sky;
And the bells that ring for me there
Are all the voices of morning
Afloat in the dewy air.