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THE LESSON.
By L. E. L.
Come, dearest, to your lesson,
You have so much to say,
One, two, three, four, five letters,
Before you go to play.
There is "A" that stands for apple,
You know our own old tree,
It is covered now with blossoms
That shew where fruit will be.
There's "B" that stands for butterfly,
But yesterday we caught
One whose wings with brown and crimson,
And specks of gold were wrought.
There is "C" that stands for cowslip;
When you have said them all
We will go into the meadow,
And make a cowslip ball.
