Grandma Ray.
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And we to carve its features fair
Must use our time aright,
We have no days nor hours to spare,
But work we must with might.
Must use our time aright,
We have no days nor hours to spare,
But work we must with might.
All man can do. The greatest fame
Is e'er by trifles won,
Success's the meed of well spent time,
And peace, of tasks well done.
Is e'er by trifles won,
Success's the meed of well spent time,
And peace, of tasks well done.
GRANDMA RAY.
In a black dress and snowy cap,
Sat Grandma Ray
In her arm-chair, to knit and nap
One winter's day.
The children played around her there
As they were wont to do;
Their fairy tales she did not hear,
Nor see the falling snow.
Sat Grandma Ray
In her arm-chair, to knit and nap
One winter's day.
The children played around her there
As they were wont to do;
Their fairy tales she did not hear,
Nor see the falling snow.
The noisy group silent did grow,
Tired of its play;
"Oh! come," said one,"let's crown the brow
Of Grandma Ray."
With nimble fingers a fair wreath
Was twined of evergreen,
And bright red berries, with a wealth
Of gold and silver sheen.
Tired of its play;
"Oh! come," said one,"let's crown the brow
Of Grandma Ray."
With nimble fingers a fair wreath
Was twined of evergreen,
And bright red berries, with a wealth
Of gold and silver sheen.
