So nigh is grandeur to our dust,
So near is God to man;
When Duty whispers low, “Thou Must,”
The youth replies, “I can.”
—_Ralph Waldo Emerson._
_Dickory, Dickory, Dock._
[Illustration]
Dickory, dickory, dock,
The mouse ran up the clock,
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down;
Hickory, dickory, dock.
_There Was an Old Man._
There was an old man,
And he had a calf,
And that’s half;
He took him out of the stall,
And put him on the wall,
And that’s all.