Earth goes round
On its Axis, as we call it,
Though no real stem is found. {117}
And the two ends of the Axis
Have been called the Poles, my dear;
Yes, the North Pole and the South Pole,
Where 'tis very cold and drear.
Now we'll hold a bigger apple
At a distance, for the Sun;
Tip the smaller one a little,
And then slowly wheel it round
All around the larger apple,
And it represents the Earth
Circling round the Sun that holds it,
Ceaseless, in its yearly path.
Wondrous is the strong attraction
Of the Sun which holds in place
All the Planets in their turnings,
All the Stars that see his face;
But more wondrous far the power
That created Sun and us,
And that gave a form and being,
To this mighty Universe.
"The Universe!" now you exclaim:
"By the Universe, what do you mean?" {118}
'Tis the Sun and the Planets, and every thing known,
That we call by this Universe name.
Now the "Planets," you ask,
"What are Planets?" They're globes,
Some larger, some smaller than Earth,--
Which are swinging in space,
And are all held in place,
By the God-power that first gave them birth.
{119}
_HEAT AND COLD_.
Our earth has a _North Pole_,
Where 'tis very cold;
It also has a _South Pole_,
That's just the same, we're told.
But half-way between,
And all the way around,
We call it the _Equator_,
And heat doth there abound.
For there the sun shines always,
Though it goes north or south
Some twenty-three degrees or more,
And sometimes causes drouth.
The sun goes north, we call it.
But 'tis the earth instead,
That tips, and makes it seem the sun
Comes higher overhead.
And when the sun is northward
'Tis summer here, you see;
And when it's to the southward
'Tis there in same degree.
{120}
_HARLEY'S DREAM_.
I know a little brown-eyed boy,
His name is Harley Hart;
And with a naughty boy or girl,
Our Harley has no part.
He cons his lessons o'er and o'er,
And once he fell asleep,
With finger marking A, B, C,
As 'twere the place to keep.
And then he dreamed a funny dream--
The page jumps up to dance,
The letters laugh, and by and by,
Like imps they leap and prance.
{121}
Now Harley oft had wondered whence
The letters first had come;
And I'm afraid he sometimes wished
They all had
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