HAVE you ever watched a rill,

 Trickling down

Through the crevice of the hill

Bare and brown, 

Trickling, trickling, trickling bright,

Day and night?

Though it falls so soft and sweet 

On the hard rock at your feet, 

You will find a hollow there. 

Trickling, trickling night and day, 

It has worn the rock away, 

Gentle words fall thus, they say.

Our Little Ones.


BEAUTIFUL, beautiful summer, 

With coronet royal, and wand, 

You, the Great King in his glory,

Has proclaimed the queen of the land.

O bright and magnificent summer, 

All winning and lovely and dear,

We rejoice in your perfume and beauty, 

And hail you fair queen of the year.