The Holidays
"Ah!
don't
you
remember,
'tis
almost
December,
And
soon
will
the
holidays
come;
Oh,
'twill
be
so
funny,
I've
plenty
of
money,
I'll
buy
me
a
sword
and
a
drum.
"
Thus
said
little
Harry,
unwilling
to
tarry,
Impatient
from
school
to
depart;
But
we
shall
discover,
this
holiday
lover
Knew
little
what
was
in
his
heart.
For
when
on
returning,
he
gave
up
his
learning,
Away
from
his
sums
and
his
books,
Though
playthings
surrounded,
and
sweetmeats
abounded,
Chagrin
still
appear'd
in
his
looks.
Though
first
they
delighted,
his
toys
were
now
slighted,
And
thrown
away
out
of
his
sight;
He
spent
every
morning
in
stretching
and
yawning,
Yet
went
to
bed
weary
at
night.
He
had
not
that
treasure
which
really
makes
pleasure,
(A
secret
discover'd
by
few).
You'll
take
it
for
granted,
more
playthings
he
wanted;
Oh
naught
was
something
to
do.
We
must
have
employment
to
give
us
enjoyment
And
pass
the
time
cheerfully
away;
And
study
and
reading
give
pleasure,
exceeding
The
pleasures
of
toys
and
of
play.
To
school
now
returningto
study
and
learning
With
eagerness
Harry
applied;
He
felt
no
aversion
to
books
or
exertion,
Nor
yet
for
the
holidays
sigh'd.
