2. Little children, when you pass
Through the tall and waving grass,
Do not pluck, but gently tread
Near my low and mossy bed;
For I always seem to say,
'Milk and butter fresh to-day.'




WHEAT.

PART 1.


field
fa´-ther
wheat
plough
bas´-ket
watched
threw
har´-row
grains
east
morn´-ing
earth
joints
be-lieve´