WORK AND SING!


You must work, and I must sing,
That's the way the birdies do:
See the workers on the wing;
See the idle singers too.

Yet not wholly idle these,
They the toilers do not wrong;
For the weary heart they ease
With the rapture of their song.

If our work of life to cheer
We no music had, no flowers,
Life would hardly seem so dear,
Longer then would drag the hours.

Like the birdies let us be;
Let us not the singers chide;
There's a use in all we see:
Work and sing! the world is wide.

EMILY CARTER.




[Illustration: One Year Old]