Three wise men of Gotham,
Went to sea in a bowl;
If the bowl had been stronger,
My song had been longer.
Two life savers are coming to their rescue. Find them.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Picture Puzzle: find two brothers
this meeting-place. Find them.
Three Blind Mice coloring page
Description of Coloring Page: Mother Goose, illustrated rhyme, text below, woman in the kitchen hunting mice
- Three blind mice. Three blind mice.
- See how they run. See how they run.
- They all ran after the farmer's wife,
- Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,
- Did you ever see such a sight in your life,
- As three blind mice?
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Simple Simon coloring page
- Description of Coloring Page: a nursery rhyme, in reference to the poem below, Mother Goose,
- Simple Simon met a pieman,
- Going to the fair;
- Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
- Let me taste your ware.
- Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
- Show me first your penny;
- Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
- Indeed I have not any.
- Simple Simon went a-fishing,
- For to catch a whale;
- All the water he had got,
- Was in his mother's pail.
- Simple Simon went to look
- If plums grew on a thistle;
- He pricked his fingers very much,
- Which made poor Simon whistle.
He Will Arise!
Easter Day
Oh, day of days! Shall hearts
set free
No "minstrel rapture" find for thee?
Thou art the sun of other days.
They shine by giving back thy rays.
Enthroned in thy sovereign sphere,
Thou shedd'st the light on all the
year.
Sundays by thee more glorious break,
An Easter day in every week.
And week days, following in their
train,
The fullness of thy blessing gain
Till all, both resting and employ,
Be one Lord's day of holy joy.
Then wake, my soul, to high desires,
And earlier light thine altar fires.
The world some hours is on her way,
Nor thinks on thee, thou blessed day.
Or, if she thinks, it is in scorn.
The vernal light of Easter morn
To her dark gaze no brighter seems
Than reason's or the law's pale
beams.
"Where is your Lord?" she scornful
asks.
"Where is his hire? We know his
tasks.
Sons of a king ye boast to be.
Let us your crowns and treasures
see."
We in the words of truth reply
(An angel brought them from the
sky):
"Our crown, our treasure, is not
here.
'Tis stored above the highest sphere.
"Methinks your wisdom guides amiss
To seek on earth a Christian's bliss.
We watch not now the lifeless stone.
Our only Lord is risen and gone."
Yet even the lifeless stone is dear
For thoughts of him who late lay
here,
And the base world, now Christ hath
died,
Ennobled is the glorified.
No more a charnel house, to fence
The relics of lost innocence,
A vault of ruin and decay--
The imprisoning stone is rolled
away.
'Tis now a cell, where angels use
To come and go with heavenly news
And in the ears of mourners say,
"Come, see the place where Jesus
lay,"
'Tis now a fane, where love can find
Christ everywhere embalmed and shrined--
Aye gathering up memorials sweet
Where'er she sets her duteous feet.
by John Keble.
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