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Papa would say,

He laughs at me

Most every day,

Because I’m old

Enough to read,

Oh dear! that’s very

Hard indeed.

But, baby, we will not stop to talk,

We are going out doors to teach you to walk.

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“Come, dear,” said Mrs. Jones one day,

To Jane, her little daughter,

“Come, look at this large block of ice,

Now floating in the water!

“You could not lift it from the ground,

If you should try all day,

And yet, like a mere feather, now,

You see it float away.”

“Oh, yes, mamma, it does seem strange,

That it should never sink,

Why that large block of ice should float,

I’m sure I cannot think.

“How very kind it is in God

To freeze the waters so,

That on the top the ice remains

And cannot sink below!

“For, while our winters are so cold,

How short a time ’twould take

To form one solid mass of ice,

In river, pond, or lake!

“And thus, from year to year, mamma,

Winter would ever reign,

For such a mass could never melt

When summer came again.