TIME ENOUGH.

Two little rabbits out in the sun; One gathered food, the other had none. “Time enough yet,” his constant refrain; “Summer is still just on the wane.” Listen, my child, while I tell you his fate: He roused him at last, but he roused him too late. Down fell the snow from a pitiless cloud, And gave little rabbit a spotless white shroud. Two little boys in a school-room were placed; One always perfect, the other disgraced. “Time enough yet for my learning,” he said; “I will climb by-and-by, from the foot to the head.” Listen, my darling—their locks are turned gray; One, as a governor, sitteth to-day. The other, a pauper, looks out at the door Of the alms-house, and idles his days as of yore. Two kinds of people we meet every day; One is at work, the other at play, Living uncared for, dying unknown.— The busiest hive hath ever a drone. Tell me, my child, if the rabbits have taught, The lesson I longed to impart in your thought. Answer me this, and my story is done, Which of the two will you be, little one?