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Grade 7 and Grade 4 Day 122 Literature

Read the poem below by an ANONYMOUS author.

After reading, write a paragraph on what you think the poem means.

II. THE BLUEBELL.

1. There is a story I have heard—
    A poet learned it of a bird,
    And kept its music every word—

2. A story of a dim ravine,
    O’er which the towering tree tops lean,
    With one blue rift of sky between;

3. And there, two thousand years ago,
    A little flower as white as snow
    Swayed in the silence to and fro.

4. Day after day, with longing eye,
    The floweret watched the narrow sky,
    And fleecy clouds that floated by.

5. And through the darkness, night by night,
    One gleaming star would climb the height,
    And cheer the lonely floweret’s sight.

6. Thus, watching the blue heavens afar,
    And the rising of its favorite star,
    A slow change came—but not to mar;

7. For softly o’er its petals white
    There crept a blueness, like the light
    Of skies upon a summer night;

8. And in its chalice, I am told,
    The bonny bell was formed to hold
    A tiny star that gleamed like gold.

9. Now, little people, sweet and true,
    I find a lesson here for you
    Writ in the floweret’s hell of blue:

10. The patient child whose watchful eye
    Strives after all things pure and high,
    Shall take their image by and by.

 DEFINITIONS.—2. Rift, a narrow opening, a cleft. 3. Swayed, swung. 5.
 Height (pro. hite), an elevated place. 7. Pet’als, the colored leaves of
 a flower. 8. Chal’ice, a cup or bowl. Bon’ny, beautiful.

Grade 4 and 7 Speech and Articulation Practice Day 122

READ THE PASSAGES ALOUD CLEARLY AND CAREFULLY. PRACTICE A COUPLE OF TIMES AND RECORD YOURSELF

1.
To endure slander and abuse with meekness’ requires no ordinary
degree of self-command’,
Night coming on’, both armies retired from the field of battle’.
As a dog returneth to his vomit’, so a fool returneth to his folly’.

2
Fathers’! we once again are met in council.
My lords’! and gentlemen’! we have arrived at an awful crisis.
Age’! thou art shamed.
Rome’! thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!

3
When we aim at a high standard, if we do not attain’ it, we shall
secure a high degree of excellence.
Those who mingle with the vicious, if they do not become
depraved’, will lose all delicacy of feeling.


4
Has he arrived’? Yes’.
Will he return’? No’.
Does the law condemn him’? It does not’.