The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1874-09-17
THEcDIsTRICr SCHOOL.

SCHOOL CALLED.
Don't you hear the children coming,
Coming into schoolH
Don't you hear the master drunming
On the window with his ruler
Master drumming, children coming
Into schoolf
Tp-toed fingers reach the catch,
Tiny fingers click the latch
Curly-headed girls Ii rong In,
Lily free from tell and sin.
Breezy boys bolt la together,
bringing hreaths of winter weather
bringing baskets Indran-checked,
Dinners In them sadly wrecked.
Ruddy-handled, mittens off,
Soldiers rush from the Malakoff--
Built Of snow and marble white,
Bastions shining In the light,
Marked with many dint and dot
Of the ice-cold cannon-shot!
Hear the last assaulting shot
See the gunners rally out
Charge upon the battered door,
School Is called, and battle DER.
SCHOOL TINE.
Don't you hear the scholars drumming,
Bumble-bees in June!
All the leaves together thumbing,
Hunting for the tune?
Master mending pens, and humming
Bonny Doom?
As he thinks, perished maiden
FOrds the brook of song,
Comes to him no heavy laden,
Stepping on the notes along,
Stands beside him, blessed maiden
He has waited long!
Cherry-ripe IL the glowing stove,
Grammar-class is INJECTING "love"
II loye--you love, and love we ALL"
Bounding States are the Humbodts small,
Chanting slow In common time
Broken China's rugged rhyme:
fang-tse-kiang-HO
Heavenly rivers! How they fowl
Writing class with heads one way
And tongues all out for a holiday!
Hark to the goose-9uills scattering CRATE
Rasping like an awkward skate,
Swinging round in mighty BIS,
Lazy LIS and crazy Isl
Here scholar, looking solemn,
Blunders up q crooked column
Pisa's own Italic tower,
Done in slate in half an hour,
Figures piled in mighty sum;
He vets a Euger and down they come.
Aproned urchin, aged five,
Youngest in the humming hive,
Standing by his masters knee,
Calls the roll of A, II, G.
Frightened hair all blown about,
Buttered lips in half pout,
Knuckle boring out an eye,
Saying "P" and thinking "pie,"
Feeling for a speskled bean,
'Twixt each breath dumb ravine,
Like clock unwound but going yet,
He slowly ticks the alphabet
"A--ah--B--ah--C-ah--D
Finds the bean and calls for "G."
See that crevice on the floor
Slender line from desk to door,
First meridian of the school
Which all scholars toe by rule.
Ranged along in rigid row,
Inky, golden, brown and tow,
Are heads of spoilers high and low,
Like notes in music sweet as June,
Dotting off dancing tune.
Boy Of Bashan takes the Lead
Roughly thatched his bullet head -
At the foot an eigbt-year-old,
Stands with head of trembling gold;
Watch her when the word is missed!
Her eyes are like an amethyst,
Her fingers dove-tailed lips apart
She knows that very word by heart!
And swings like any pendulum,
Trembling lest il fail to come
Runs the word along the line,
Like the running Of q vine,
Blossoms out from lip to lip
Till the girl In azure slip,
Catches breath and spells the word.
Fits up the class like any bird,
Cheeks in bloom with honest blood,
And proudly stands where Bashan stood.
Evening reddens on the WALL
"Attention!" Now-"Obeisance all!
The girls short dresses touch the floor,
They drop their courteses at the door;
The boys jerk bows with jack-knife springs,
And out Of doors they all take wings!
Vanished all--all change Is death;
Life Is not the counted breath.
The slanting sun low in the West,
Brings to the Master blessed rest
See where il bridges afternoon,
And slopes the golden daytime down,
As II to him at last was given,
An easy grade to restful Heaven
His hair is silver--not with light,
Ills heart Is heavy--not with night,
Dying day the world had kissed,
Goodnight, sweethearts! The schools dis
missed