THE lessons are over, and spelling, and sums,
We close our books, for the play-time comes,
And while we are romping and making a din
Grandpa is quietly looking within:
You see that he’s looking on pleasant enough
While we are playing at Blind Man’s Buff,
And says with a smile, as he hastens away,
“There’s a time to learn and a time to play;
And a time to think of the Saviour above,
Who died for us in His great, great love.”