In the steeple tongues are swinging,
The bells are merrily ringing,
And "Happy New-Year" we're singing,
For the old year goes to-night.
JEANNETTE AND JO.
BY MARY MAPES DODGE.
Two girls I know--Jeannette and Jo,
And one if always moping;
The other lassie, come what may,
Is ever bravely hoping.
Beauty of face and girlish grace
Are theirs, for joy or sorrow;
Jeannette takes brightly every day,
And Jo dreads each to-morrow.
One early morn they watched the dawn--
I saw them stand together;
Their whole day's sport, 'twas very plain,
Depended on the weather.
"'Twill storm! ' cried Jo. Jeannette spoke low,
"Yes, but 'twill soon be over."
And, as she spoke, the sudden shower
Came, beating down the clover.
"I told you so!" cried angry Jo:
"It always is a-raining!"
Then hid her face in dire despair,
Lamenting and complaining.
But sweet Jeannette, quite hopeful yet,--
I tell it to her honor,--
Looked up and waited till the sun
Came streaming in upon her.
The broken clouds sailed off in crowds,
Across a sea of glory.
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