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Mother to Son

By Langston Hughes Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor— Bare. But all the time I’se been a-climbin’ on, And reachin’ landin’s, And turnin’ corners, And sometimes goin’ in the dark Where there ain’t been no light. So boy, don’t you turn back. Don’t you set down on the steps ’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard. Don’t you fall now— For I’se still goin’, honey, I’se still climbin’, And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

To Daffodils

By  Robert Herrick Fair Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.

The Umbrella Brigade

by Laura Richards “Pitter patter!” falls the rain On the schoolroom window pane. Such a splashing! such a dashing! Will it e'er be dry again? Down the gutter rolls a flood, And the crossing's deep in mud; And the puddles! oh, the puddles Are a sight to stir one's blood! Chorus: But let it rain Tree-toads and frogs, Muskets and pitchforks, Kittens and dogs! Dash away! splash away! Who is afraid? Here we go, The umbrella brigade! Pull the boots up the knee! Tie the hoods on merrily! Such a hustling! such a jostling! Out of breath with fun are we, Clatter, clatter down the street, Greeting everyone we meet, With our laughing and our chaffing Which the laughing drops repeat. Chorus: So let it rain Tree-toads and frogs, Muskets and pitchforks, Kittens and dogs! Dash away! splash away! Who is afraid? Here we go, The umbrella brigade! Pitter patter! pitter patter! Pitter patter! pitter patter!