A TREASURY OF STORIES, JINGLES AND RHYMES.

“ONE, TWO, THREE—MISS1”

OW, Flaxen-Vioss in the red riding hat,
What is the thing that you are puzzled at?
I fancy it is something like to this:
Why cannot anybody keep right on?
Why is it, that however high you've gone,

At last you miss?

I can’t tell why; but this is the amount—
If you should jump longer than you can count,

As many times as grass-blades are, and past,—
As many times as there are stars in heaven,—
Yes, if you jumped right on to twenty-leven,

You'd miss at last!

It’s just the reason why the bubbles break;
Why water-lilies cannot hold awake ;
Why fire-fly lanterns go out now and then;
Why often elder folk, in life’s grave game,
Just have to stop, sigh “miss!” and without shame
Begin again.

flelen Gray_ Cone.

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