Lesson 11-The Pen of My Aunt III. oem Appreciation No time to see the wood we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars like skies at night No time to turn at Beauty s glance And watch her feet how they can dance A poor life this, if, full of care We have no time to stand and stare W BTL E To be continued on the next pag BACK NEXTW B T L E Lesson 11—The Pen of My Aunt No time to see the wood we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty’s glance And watch her feet, how they can dance. A poor life this, if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. III. Poem Appreciation To be continued on the next page