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Poems Every Child Should Know by  Mary E. Burt

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Poems Every Child Should Know
by Mary E. Burt
An outstanding collection of poems that appeal to both boys and girls, compiled by a teacher who believed in the formative power of learning poetry by heart. 'Children,' she maintains, 'should build for their future and get, while they are children, what only the fresh imagination of the child can assimilate. They should store up an untold wealth of heroic sentiment; they should acquire the habit of carrying a literary quality in their conversation; they should carry a heart full of the fresh and delightful associations and memories connected with poetry hours to brighten mature years. They should develop their memories while they have memories to develop.' The poems are grouped into six sections (The Budding Moment, The Little Child, The Day's at the Morn, Lad and Lassie, On and On, 'Grow Old Along with Me') to make it easier to locate poems that match a child's maturity.  Ages 8-12
391 pages $14.95   




"The Nautilus and the Ammonite" finds a place here out of respect to a twelve-year-old girl who recited it at one of our poetry hours years ago. It made a profound impression on the fifty pupils assembled, I never read it without feeling that it stands test. Anonymous.

The nautilus and the ammonite

Were launched in friendly strife,

Each sent to float in its tiny boat

On the wide, wide sea of life.

For each could swim on the ocean's brim,

And, when wearied, its sail could furl,

And sink to sleep in the great sea-deep,

In its palace all of pearl.

And theirs was a bliss more fair than this

Which we taste in our colder clime;

For they were rife in a tropic life—

A brighter and better clime.

They swam 'mid isles whose summer smiles

Were dimmed by no alloy;

Whose groves were palm, whose air was balm,

And life one only joy.

They sailed all day through creek and bay,

And traversed the ocean deep;


And at night they sank on a coral bank,

In its fairy bowers to sleep.

And the monsters vast of ages past

They beheld in their ocean caves;

They saw them ride in their power and pride,

And sink in their deep-sea graves.

And hand in hand, from strand to strand,

They sailed in mirth and glee;

These fairy shells, with their crystal cells,

Twin sisters of the sea.

And they came at last to a sea long past,

But as they reached its shore,

The Almighty's breath spoke out in death,

And the ammonite was no more.

So the nautilus now in its shelly prow,

As over the deep it strays,

Still seems to seek, in bay and creek,

Its companion of other days.

And alike do we, on life's stormy sea,

As we roam from shore to shore,

Thus tempest-tossed, seek the loved, the lost,

And find them on earth no more.

Yet the hope how sweet, again to meet,

As we look to a distant strand,

Where heart meets heart, and no more they part

Who meet in that better land.


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