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Apples of Hesperides!

Still as my horizon grew,
Larger grew my riches too;
All the world I saw or knew
Seemed a complex Chinese toy,
Fashioned for a barefoot boy!

O for festal dainties spread,
Like my bowl of milk and bread,
Pewter spoon and bowl of wood,
On the doorstone gray and rude!
O'er me, like a regal tent,
Cloudy-ribbed, the sunset bent,
Purple-curtained, fringed with gold,
Looped in many a wind-swung fold;
While for music came the play
Of the pied frogs' orchestra;
And, to light the noisy choir,
Lit the fly his lamp of fire.
I was monarch: pomp and joy
Waited on the barefoot boy!

Cheerily, then, my little man,
Live and laugh, as boyhood can!
Though the flinty slopes be hard,'
Stubble-speared the new-mown sward,
Every morn shall lead thee through
Fresh baptisms of the dew;
Every evening from thy feet

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Shall the cool wind kiss the heat:
All too soon these feet must hide
In the prison cells of pride,
Lose the freedom of the sod,
Like a colt's for work be shod,
Made to tread the mills of toil,
Up and down in ceaseless moil:
Happy if their track be found
Never on forbidden ground;
Happy if they sink not in

Quick and treacherous sands of sin.

Ah! that thou couldst know thy joy,
Ere it passes, barefoot boy!

QUESTIONS AND SUGGESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION

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IN SCHOOL DAYS

JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER

This is a very famous and beloved poem. Oliver Wendell Holmes, soon after the publication of this poem, wrote the author congratulating him on having written the greatest schoolboy poem in the English language. It tells a very sweet story of the poet Whittier as a little boy in a country school, and of a little girl, who "went above him" by spelling correctly a word which he had missed in the old-fashioned spelling class.

Now let us try to picture the scene of the story.

Read the first four stanzas slowly, trying to see the pictures. First, let us see a little, old, unpainted country schoolhouse, looking like a "ragged beggar sunning" himself beside the road. Try to see it as it looks on the outside.

Now let us go inside the schoolhouse.

Here is the "master's desk," with the dents in its surface where he had rapped loudly for order, when the boys and girls were noisy. The floor is made of wide boards, much warped. The seats, made of common boards or of slabs with legs in them, are badly battered, and here are initials which the boys have cut into them with their jackknives.

On the wall are "charcoal frescoes," or rude pictures drawn by the boys with pieces of charcoal from the old stove.

And under the door is an old sill, deeply worn by feet that crept in when school was called, but which " went storming out to play." Do you think that was about the way the boys and girls acted? Now to complete the scene, let us get the time of the year and of the day.

Shut your eyes and try to see the schoolhouse, and a "winter sun" setting at four o'clock, and lighting up the small windowpanes, and also the icicles that hung from the eaves of the old schoolhouse.

Now have you imagined all this? Read over again silently the first four stanzas, and try hard to see all these pictures.

The children are loitering in groups along the snowy road on their way home, all except a little girl and a little boy. The little boy is supposed to be the boy Whittier, and the little girl had "passed above him " that day in the spelling class.

Now read stanzas 5, 6, 7, and 8, and try to see the little girl, with tangled golden curls and eyes full of tears, as she stands fingering her blue-checked apron. Stanzas 6 and 7 tell what the boy Whittier was doing meanwhile. Try to see him pushing the snow back and forth with his restless feet. Try to think why he had

"His cap pulled low upon a face

Where pride and shame were mingled."

It was considered cause for shame in the old-time school to miss a word in the spelling class and to have some one spell it correctly and "go above you." The boys and girls stood in a long row or line, and at the left end of the line as the teacher looked at the class, was the "head of the class." The spelling began at the "head" and went down the class, the teacher pronouncing a word to each pupil. If a scholar missed a word, it passed on to the next, and so on till some one spelled it correctly, when that scholar walked proudly in front of those who had missed it and took his place above them in the class.

So you see that young Whittier had missed a word that day, and the little girl had spelled it correctly and had " gone above him.” Read again stanza 8, and try to see what the little girl does. Then read stanza 9, and try to hear what she says, and to see as she says it.

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