Friday Favorites

abcslateYou’ve probably noticed that store aisles are brimming with school supplies, which can mean only one thing . . . school is about to begin!

So this week’s Friday Favorites features a classic poem that’s perfect for the season. I remember having to memorize parts of it in grade school. Do kids still have to do that today?

If you’re unfamiliar with the poem, don’t be discouraged by the length. The ending is well worth the effort. 🙂

Hope you enjoy! See you Monday for the new questions.

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schoolkids In School Days

Still sits the school-house by the road,
A ragged beggar sleeping;
Around it still the sumachs grow,
And blackberry-vines are creeping.

Within, the master’s desk is seen,
Deep-scarred by raps official;
The warping floor, the battered seats,
The jack-knife’s carved initial;

The charcoal frescoes on its wall;
Its door’s worn sill, betraying
The feet that, creeping slow to school,
Went storming out to playing!

Long years ago a winter sun
Shone over it at setting;
Lit up its western window-panes,
And low eaves’ icy fretting.

It touched the tangled golden curls,
And brown eyes full of grieving,
Of one who still her steps delayed
When all the school were leaving.

For near it stood the little boy
Her childish favor singled;
His cap pulled low upon a face
Where pride and shame were mingled.

Pushing with restless feet the snow
To right and left, he lingered;—
As restlessly her tiny hands
The blue-checked apron fingered.

He saw her lift her eyes; he felt
The soft hand’s light caressing,
And heard the tremble of her voice,
As if a fault confessing.

“I’m sorry that I spelt the word:
I hate to go above you,
Because,”—the brown eyes lower fell,—
“Because, you see, I love you!”

Still memory to a gray-haired man
That sweet child-face is showing.
Dear girl! the grasses on her grave
Have forty years been growing!

He lives to learn, in life’s hard school,
How few who pass above him
Lament their triumph and his loss,
Like her, because they love him.

~John Greenleaf Whittier


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Friday Favorites — 1 Comment

  1. I didn’t remember reading that at all until I got to the end … it must have been years ago that I first saw it. It’s lovely!

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