 THE clovers have no time to play : They feed the cows and make the hay, And trim the lawns and help the bees, Until the sun sinks through the trees. And then they lay aside their cares, And fold their hands to say their prayers, And drop their tired little...  Classics Old and New: A Series of School Readers - Page 70by Edwin Anderson Alderman - 1908Full view - About this book
 | Gail Calmerton, William Henry Wheeler - Readers - 1907 - 422 pages
...pink, still, big, wet, hot, red. clovers climb clear lawns sinks through dawns whole prayers heads The clovers have no time to play; They feed the cows,...Until the sun sinks through the trees. And then they lay aside their cares, And fold their hands to say their prayers, And drop their tired little heads,... | |
 | Elizabeth V. Brown - Readers - 1902 - 200 pages
...passing by the place ; Just nod frankly, as, if you knew it, It will laugh up in your face." CLOVERS THE clovers have no time to play; They feed the cows,...Until the sun sinks through the trees. And then they lay aside their cares, And fold their hands to say their prayers, And drop their tired little heads,... | |
 | Arbor Day - 1903 - 108 pages
...Stevenson. From "A Child's Garden of Verse." Used by per mission of Charles Scribner's Sons. Clovers. The clovers have no time to play; They feed the cows...Until the sun sinks through the trees. And then they lay aside their cares, And fold their hands to say their prayers, And drop their tired little heads,... | |
 | Jenny H. Stickney Lansing - Readers - 1904 - 184 pages
...raise To Him at whose command I beautify the land, Creeping, silently creeping everywhere. THE CLOVERS The clovers have no time to play ; They feed the cows,...Until the sun sinks through the trees. And then they lay aside their cares And fold their hands to say their prayers, And drop their tired little heads... | |
 | Jenny H. Stickney - Readers - 1904 - 184 pages
...command I beautify the land, Creeping, silently creeping everywhere. SARAH ROBERTS. 119 THE CLOVERS The clovers have no time to play ; They feed the cows,...Until the sun sinks through the trees. And then they lay aside their cares And fold their hands to say their prayers, And drop their tired little heads... | |
 | Iowa. Department of Public Instruction - Schools - 1904 - 98 pages
...bright hillside that welcomes the day, We hear the warm panting of beautiful May." - OW Holmes. CLOVERS. The clovers have no time to play ; They feed the cows...Until the sun sinks through the trees. And then they lay aside their cares, And fold their hands to say their prayers, And drop their tired little heads,... | |
 | Martha Adelaide Holton, Alice F. Rollins - Creative activities and seat work - 1904 - 144 pages
...color The eyes of all to please, I have a tube of honey For all the bees. — Lucy Wheelock. CLO VERS The clovers have no time to play; They feed the cows...Until the sun sinks through the trees. And then they lay aside their cares, And fold their hands to say their prayers, And drop their tired little heads,... | |
 | Natural history - 1920 - 822 pages
...listen to this bit of poetry by Helena Jelliffe which I was fortunate to find before he fell asleep. The clovers have no time to play, They feed the cows...Until the sun sinks through the trees. And then they lay aside their cares, And fold their hands to say their prayers. And drop their tired little heads... | |
 | Stratton Duluth Brooks - Readers - 1906 - 260 pages
...golden and high! But I shall send all the bees up to kiss you, Little brown brother, good-by! CLOVERS THE clovers have no time to play: They feed the cows...Until the sun sinks through the trees. And then they lay aside their cares, And fold their hands to say their prayers, And drop their tired little heads,... | |
 | Frances Eggleston Blodgett, Andrew Burr Blodgett - Readers - 1910 - 202 pages
...best, When I found that place to make my nest." trim lawns 'cares prayers sinks dawns clovers livelong The clovers have no time to play: They feed the cows...Until the sun sinks through the trees. And then they lay aside their cares, And fold their hands to say their prayers, And drop their tired little heads,... | |
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