"We can't kill him now, John,"
Says Peter, "that's flat,
In the face of an eye and
An action like that!"
"For my part, I haven't
The heart to," says John;
"But the load is too heavy
That donkey has on:
"Let's help him"; so both lads
Set off with a will
And came up with the cart
At the foot of the hill.
And when each a shoulder
Had put to the wheel,
They helped the poor donkey
A wonderful deal.
When they got to the top
Back again they both run,
Agreeing they never
Had had better fun.
NOVEMBER
The leaves are fading and falling,
The winds are rough and wild,
The birds have ceased their calling,
But let me tell you, my child,
Though day by day, as it closes,
Doth darker and colder grow,
The roots of the bright red roses
Will keep alive in the snow.
And when the winter is over,
The boughs will get new leaves,
The quail come back to the clover,
And the swallow back to the eaves.
The robin will wear on his bosom
A vest that is bright and new,
And the loveliest wayside blossom
Will shine with the sun and dew.
The leaves to-day are whirling,
The brooks are all dry and dumb,
But let me tell you, my darling,
The spring will be sure to come.
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