DISCONTENT BRINGS DULNESS.

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"'I don't know what to do!'" "'I don't know what to do!'"
A s Johnny by the window stood
And watched the cloudy sky,
He seemed in discontented mood
And soon was heard to sigh:
'I don't know what to do to-day;
There seems no fun at all;
At cricket there's no chance to play,
For I have lost the ball.
'And tops are seldom spun in May,
And if I had a kite
There's not a breath of air to-day
To help it in its flight.'
With peevish frown he left the room
And roamed the garden through,
And murmured in a tone of gloom:
'I don't know what to do.'
And thus all day he idly went
From dreary place to place,
The saddest gloom of discontent
For ever on his face;
And when the stars began to peep,
And night its shadows threw,
He murmured in his restless sleep:
'I don't know what to do.'

J. L.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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